Condor's Piece of Daily Advice: If a hot, Low Rider bikini model tosses a vodka martini in your face and walks out leaving the tab, there is no better place to be than the Capital Grille at the Biltmore Fashion Park. The bartender was quick with a linen napkin to wipe my face and refreshed the Campari and Coke I had begun. My depression was short and my solace began with the Bar Menu Lamb, a dozen fresh oysters with a hint of vinegar, and a native of San Diego who works as a corporate jet stewardess named Linda. I'll be back to the Capital Grille as soon as I return from San Diego!