It’s oh so still in here today, empty enough that I could take off my headphones and listen to Brian Lehrer out of computer speakers the way god and WNYC intended, if I were so inclined. Everyone from my department is at CCCC (aka, 4C’s). Although I don’t get to enjoy those specific festivities, there’s a company-sponsored bash at Tavern on the Green this evening, and before that, the small team I’ve been working with on a project gets to take our author & his wife–in town for the conference–to lunch, Iron Chef style. Yes, that’s right: we’re going to Morimoto!
I am too excited. I keep hearing the Chairman’s voice in my head. Funny, I didn’t have this problem before I had lunch at Bobby Flay’s restaurant, Mesa. There’s something about the idea of top-notch sushi that sings to my stomach like nothing else. That must be why Japan is on tap for the honeymoon.
Who is the Chairman? Ben? Frank Sinatra?
Oh no! The Iron Chef America chairman, this sexy fellow.