I will not hold it against Patrick that
he went to the last game ever at
Veterans Stadium while I did cops
checks in that hellhole we call Cherry
Hill. And this is really a testimonial
to the kind of guy Patrick is: swell.
Funny. Thoughtful. Trustworthy.
Cool. He's a terrific writer and even
though my opinion doesn't count much in
this area since I consider the
expensive bologna fine cuisine, he's
the finest chef I know. That he is
almost as ardent a Phillies fan as I am
is icing on the cake.
It's a rare and wonderful thing when
you come across a guy like Patrick.
He's the best kind of friend to have.
Not only does he host kick-ass dinner
parties with some of the most divine
food you'll ever taste (he is
constantly pushing the culinary
envelope and his friends are always the
beneficiaries), but he's a great
listener and thoughtful giver of
advice. There's nothing like a good
talk with Patrick with a glass of red
wine in hand. You feel like you can
tell him anything, and once you do,
somehow you always feel good
afterward. Though I've got to say that
for someone as wise and perceptive as
he is, he has trouble with buying sofas
that fit into his apartment.
This is one heckuva guy to have on
your side. He is a top notch writer
and a swell food preparer. He is the
life of the party wherever he goes,
except maybe in Somerst.
That photo is no joke. I've seen
Patrick get more booze than Kobe at
the All-Star Game and say more cheers
than Mets fans when Buckner comes to
town. He puts out a good spread when
folks come to visit, but the ice on
the sidewalk's a bitch. Wotta guy!
This one time, Patrick let me use his
AAA card to scam a free tow when the
battery in my old Mustang conked out.
Some would say that's some kind of
fraud. I call it some kind of wonderful.
he went to the last game ever at
Veterans Stadium while I did cops
checks in that hellhole we call Cherry
Hill. And this is really a testimonial
to the kind of guy Patrick is: swell.
Funny. Thoughtful. Trustworthy.
Cool. He's a terrific writer and even
though my opinion doesn't count much in
this area since I consider the
expensive bologna fine cuisine, he's
the finest chef I know. That he is
almost as ardent a Phillies fan as I am
is icing on the cake.
you come across a guy like Patrick.
He's the best kind of friend to have.
Not only does he host kick-ass dinner
parties with some of the most divine
food you'll ever taste (he is
constantly pushing the culinary
envelope and his friends are always the
beneficiaries), but he's a great
listener and thoughtful giver of
advice. There's nothing like a good
talk with Patrick with a glass of red
wine in hand. You feel like you can
tell him anything, and once you do,
somehow you always feel good
afterward. Though I've got to say that
for someone as wise and perceptive as
he is, he has trouble with buying sofas
that fit into his apartment.
your side. He is a top notch writer
and a swell food preparer. He is the
life of the party wherever he goes,
except maybe in Somerst.
Patrick get more booze than Kobe at
the All-Star Game and say more cheers
than Mets fans when Buckner comes to
town. He puts out a good spread when
folks come to visit, but the ice on
the sidewalk's a bitch. Wotta guy!
AAA card to scam a free tow when the
battery in my old Mustang conked out.
Some would say that's some kind of
fraud. I call it some kind of wonderful.