When we heard that Charlie Trotter's was closing, we had to go back for one last meal. We've been there many a time, and the experience has always been memorable ( more here ...), to say the least. I remember the first time we went - when we got married, our friends (major shout-out to Mirabell, Tom, Ed and Sarah!) bought us dinner there, and, it was awesome. Awesome not just because of the "Newly married" glow, but awesome in that timeless decadent sense of a brilliant haute cuisine experience. But this time, this time , Charlie pulled a full-on George Lucas on us last night. In one shot, he not only managed to clobber stuff that I held dear, he managed to retroactively rewrite my memory so that they were never cool in the first place! Seriously, the rip-off-ness was awesome, Awesome I tell you! We walk in, and the hostess says, and I quote, "Do you have a last name?" Huh? Somewhat puzzled, but perfectly willing to play along, I responded ...