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Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Flay day


I knew that Supermom (my Wisconsin niece) and Superdad were planning dinner at Mesa Grill. They're both big fans of chef Bobby Flay. She and I were meeting at noon-ish at the MOMA and would have to eat somewhere, so I asked if she'd like to lunch at Bar Americain - another Flay venue, just a short walk away. I got to the MOMA a few minutes ahead of time, and was watching both entrances when I suddenly saw a familiar face.

Supermom? No! Bobby Flay! With his wife! At the museum!

Seconds later, Supermom appeared, and of course I was oh-so-subtle and discreet about making sure she saw him too. No pointing. No wild gesturing. Funny!


posted by sixty-five at 11:18 PM

3 Comments:

Blogger Superdad said...

Well, that sounds nice but at that moment I was learning about the latest legal developments in the world of wage and hour class certification motions in federal court.

Er ... just so everyone is clear I'm not jealous at all. :(

8:35 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good story! And how was Bar American? What did you each have?

10:36 PM  
Blogger sixty-five said...

It was fun! Very nice huge space (former Judson Grill). C had a grilled goat cheese sandwich with some kind of herby tomato soup; I had a wonderful shrimp dish with bacon and grits (supposedly, though there was nothing "gritty" about it - just a delicious thick pink sauce). Best was the shared dessert: Meyer lemon crepes with a little scoop of amazing lemon ice cream and some kind of pastry cream. They kept trying to snatch the plate away before I was finished with licking it clean!

11:21 PM  

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