In what I'll categorize as a follow-up to last month's wacky adventures in fine dining, I was invited to dine at Muse, a new restaurant in Calgary where the chef is a friend of a friend. I could really get used to sitting at the chef's table and having the food and wine chosen by people who know what they're doing. The past two months have involved more fois gras and arugula than the past 20 years and I'm not complaining.

Dessert was an amazing chocolate cake thing with cherries inside and melted brie with walnuts on top. Being uncooth, I blurted out "Hey, chocolate and cheese!" After all, I listened to it only a few hours earlier during the drive back from Canmore. After the meal, the chef came out and asked us what we thought of the dessert. "You see, there's this band called Ween..." he said. Awesome.

I also got to use "catharsis" in conversation. The girl I was talking to seemed like the type who would say stuff like that normally and I don't think she realized that I was joking around. Really, the only way the evening could have been better is if we'd run into Mike's dad there.