so, as promised, here's a recounting of the day after my birthday last week or so
i awoke, refreshed, from a deep slumber....
ok, less flowery version:
as mentioned previously, The Girl(tm) and I headed down to sam ash to pick up one (1) stand-up bass. after 20 minutes of cursing, rearranging, and folding seats up and down we got it loaded into the car with my poor girlfriend sitting in the back seat cuz The Bass(tm) had usurped her usual seat next to me.
we arrived home (my home, that is, not OUR home ... we're nowhere near that stage yet) just in time to be 20 minutes late for intuitivemind's arrival. we ushered her and some guy in and sat chatting for a bit then headed out towards chelsea (for non-locals, it's a neighborhood in new york city) and Morimoto, the new york iteration of Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto's philly restaurant or, as i like to call it "the happiest place on fucking earth". rather than prattle on about its many charms, i'll distill them down to a few salient points:
1) fan-fucking-tastic food: i and intuitivemind had the ishi yaki buri bop...a korean-style dish cooked at the table in a super-hot stone bowl. The Girl(tm) had some sort of salmon dish, and some guy had some odd seafood sampler thing. there were also assorted appetizers and desserts, all of which were unbelievably yummy.
2) prescient service: i swear these people can predict the future. the wait staff, in addition to being all similarly and slickly dressed in unrelieved black, are apparently overprovisioned. there's a TON of these people and they all drift briskly through the place with an eye on YOU and your food. empty dishes and glasses, much like certain elementary particles, exist for only a fraction of a second before on of the wait staff whisks them away to be cleaned or fills them with your choice of beverage. easily one of the most attentive, well-rehearsed wait staffs i've ever had the pleasure of dining with.
3) excellent decor: slick and inventive styling pervades the entire dining experience. i'm not going to bother describing it, you really need to see it for yourself. i like the philly restaurant's decor better, but the nyc joint definitely kicks ass as well.
4) Masaharu Morimoto: presiding over the kitchen staff, he was extremely visible with his orange hapi and signature ponytail. being such a big iron chef fan, it was hard for me not to squeal like a 12 year old girl but, somehow, i prevailed.
whew. i lurve food.
i awoke, refreshed, from a deep slumber....
ok, less flowery version:
as mentioned previously, The Girl(tm) and I headed down to sam ash to pick up one (1) stand-up bass. after 20 minutes of cursing, rearranging, and folding seats up and down we got it loaded into the car with my poor girlfriend sitting in the back seat cuz The Bass(tm) had usurped her usual seat next to me.
we arrived home (my home, that is, not OUR home ... we're nowhere near that stage yet) just in time to be 20 minutes late for intuitivemind's arrival. we ushered her and some guy in and sat chatting for a bit then headed out towards chelsea (for non-locals, it's a neighborhood in new york city) and Morimoto, the new york iteration of Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto's philly restaurant or, as i like to call it "the happiest place on fucking earth". rather than prattle on about its many charms, i'll distill them down to a few salient points:
1) fan-fucking-tastic food: i and intuitivemind had the ishi yaki buri bop...a korean-style dish cooked at the table in a super-hot stone bowl. The Girl(tm) had some sort of salmon dish, and some guy had some odd seafood sampler thing. there were also assorted appetizers and desserts, all of which were unbelievably yummy.
2) prescient service: i swear these people can predict the future. the wait staff, in addition to being all similarly and slickly dressed in unrelieved black, are apparently overprovisioned. there's a TON of these people and they all drift briskly through the place with an eye on YOU and your food. empty dishes and glasses, much like certain elementary particles, exist for only a fraction of a second before on of the wait staff whisks them away to be cleaned or fills them with your choice of beverage. easily one of the most attentive, well-rehearsed wait staffs i've ever had the pleasure of dining with.
3) excellent decor: slick and inventive styling pervades the entire dining experience. i'm not going to bother describing it, you really need to see it for yourself. i like the philly restaurant's decor better, but the nyc joint definitely kicks ass as well.
4) Masaharu Morimoto: presiding over the kitchen staff, he was extremely visible with his orange hapi and signature ponytail. being such a big iron chef fan, it was hard for me not to squeal like a 12 year old girl but, somehow, i prevailed.
whew. i lurve food.
p.s. he is not "my boy"....we have been apart for some time now. I am living with Suzie Face. Times are rough :-/ But I'm tough as nails!!! RAWR!!