On Saturday night, after a terrible meal of belgian endive salad with an odd fishy taste and oily pasta with over-cooked vegetables at the ridiculously noisy Villa Blanca in Beverly Hills, we happened by the Beverly Wilshire to restore our faith in restaurant industry.  And who should I bump into, and I mean bump into, but Oprah Winfrey, who was dining there with Tom Hanks, Rita Wilson, and Gayle King.  After I embarrassingly blurted out that I loved her, she graciously took my hand, reassuringly smiled at me, and repeatedly told me, “Thank you!”  She even refused to let go of my hand as she was pulled away by the rest of her party.  Now, Angelenos work very hard at ignoring stars so as not to appear like tourists.  However, I was gob-smacked!  I know this sounds cliche, but there is something about her presence and the way she looked at me that made me feel like I was the most special person in the world to her.  I’m still basking in after-Oprah glow.