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Blasblog From Miami: Katie Lee Joel Comforts With Tater Tots

December 8, 2008 7:50 pm

Colette’s Sarah Lerfel described Friday’s art fair scene best: “I didn’t know if I was meant to feel old or young. Let’s just say I was very, very crowded.” That’s because on the last day of Art Basel, it seemed that every senior citizen in Miami had decided to come check out the wares. And it was the same day that the elementary schools had brought their students, too. (That’s a good idea, if you ask me. Let’s start them young. Hopefully this whole recession business won’t last till they’re adults.) That arty mayhem was why on Saturday I was very happy to accept an invitation from Katie Lee Joel for a hot dog and champagne BBQ at her pad on La Gorce Island, where both Ricky Martin and Matt Damon also keep Miami manses. “My culinary career might be over,” said the chef, who has a new book out on easy fixin’s called The Comfort Table. “I just bought tater tots.” Hey, they might not be foie gras, but fried potatoes in any form—there were also french fries on hand—and an afternoon spent by a private pool was very welcomed at the end of few days full of canapés and lobby scenes. “I’m glad to bring the tot back,” Joel told me. “But really, did they ever go away?” Not by my count.