OK, so Batard was traded for Alimentari in order to be closer to a place where we could watch the 4th Quarter, which was a disastrous quarter, a blowout, but we could not have known that beforehand, of course.
The schnitzel at Batard, off the menu, was delicious as usual.
Oh, and the pizza at Rubirosa remains the best in Manhattan, bar none.
Saturday was a return to Le CouCou, maybe the worse name for a restaurant I can think of, except for the old Yellowfingers on the Upper East Side, but with some of the best, most refined French food anywhere.
Shin Tori later on. Great, as usual.
Professor Thom’s for the Sunday game–not a blowout, but still…Anyway, at least the vibe was great, the wings flavorful and spicy, and the beer tasty.
Meeting up with G at Pig and Khao later that night was splendid. Noisy place with shouts across the table and lots of pork, and the noodles were first-rate.
Sushi Yasuda mid-day today and then we’ll see if it’s possible to get into I Sodi.
“The Real Life of Sebastian Knight,” between meals, and more edits of my new column for TPG, and then more revisions of the story of the boy lost in Hokkaido.