Christmas party
Welcome, welcome, idiots. Please hand your coats to my valet and join me in the grand reception room. Lestat, put it away. Pandora, put them away. Nicolas, go away. Merry Christmas, idiots. Don't touch the silver - you'll be frisked on the way out.

Current Mood: bored

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Armand's Eating Out Guide
I have decided that, to combat the boredom and banality of yet another Lestat “look at me” post, that I shall start up a weekly column regarding eating out. There are over two billion dishes out there for the discerning vampire to try, and a plethora of blood groups. Here the vampire of the seasoned palate shall try and educate you traitors to the vampiric species.

Rue Calaincourt, Paris

I arrived for my meal at around 10pm. It was quite busy, for a rather chilly and wet March evening in Paris. The décor was ornate and decadent, as usual. The place was mildly busy, but unfortunately, my dining place of choice, an alleyway leading onto Rue Rougemont, was what one would call…dirty.

The starter to be found there, souris a la garbage, was rather dry and the blood not particularly pleasant, though heated well. The souris in question was a rather lively mouse, though, and whetted my appetite well.

The main course was a young man whom I chose exiting from a restaurant on Calaincourt. The struggle was brief, but I am not a vampire who finds much sport in the struggle, so this was not a problem. He had dined on roast lamb and garlic, and I appreciated the irony of the dish. The garlic gave the blood a particularly pungent, distinctive taste, and was a fine example of true French cuisine.

The wine list worked out rather well, too. The main course was stewed a fine Beaujolais, to the point of being drunk, and I appreciated the pleasant, heady aftertaste of the wine-soaked blood as I sauntered off in search of my dessert.

Cost: $700 Dolce e Gabbana suit, two bottles of wine
Hours: Any time after sunset
Value for Effort: 7/10
Menu Selection: 9/10
Overall: 8/10

Current Mood: evil

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Armand’s Eating Out Guide
I have decided that, to combat the boredom and banality of yet another Lestat “look at me” post, that I shall start up a weekly column regarding eating out. There are over two billion dishes out there for the discerning vampire to try, and a plethora of blood groups. Here the vampire of the seasoned palate shall try and educate you traitors to the vampiric species.

Rue Calaincourt, Paris

I arrived for my meal at around 10pm. It was quite busy, for a rather chilly and wet March evening in Paris. The décor was ornate and decadent, as usual. The place was mildly busy, but unfortunately, my dining place of choice, an alleyway leading onto Rue Rougemont, was what one would call…dirty.

The starter to be found there, souris a la garbage, was rather dry and the blood not particularly pleasant, though heated well. The souris in question was a rather lively mouse, though, and whetted my appetite well.

The main course was a young man whom I chose exiting from a restaurant on Calaincourt. The struggle was brief, but I am not a vampire who finds much sport in the struggle, so this was not a problem. He had dined on roast lamb and garlic, and I appreciated the irony of the dish. The garlic gave the blood a particularly pungent, distinctive taste, and was a fine example of true French cuisine.

The wine list worked out rather well, too. The main course was stewed a fine Beaujolais, to the point of being drunk, and I appreciated the pleasant, heady aftertaste of the wine-soaked blood as I sauntered off in search of my dessert.

Cost: $700 Dolce e Gabbana suit, two bottles of wine
Hours: Any time after sunset
Value for Effort: 7/10
Menu Selection: 9/10
Overall: 8/10

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Lestat, You Thief!
Yes, well, tonight I am on the warpath.

I AM NOT happy.

When I woke up this morning, someone had stolen my nifty red hat—and I won’t give you any peace, Lestat, until you return what is rightfully mine!

Current Mood: hatless

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