Happy New Year, Brokies! And yes, please, a nicer 2012. This year come on a bear.
I've been invited to have drinks with upstairs neighbors, so it's a cozy commute for me. The
masochists adventurers waiting in chilly Times Square are welcome to Justin Bieber and Lady Gaga.
Paul, your dinner sounds scrumptious, and Chrissi, your dinner sounds like one your family will always remember fondly. It's not the fare, it's who's there that counts.
Jeff, you have the right idea, ending and starting the year with a laugh.
John and I celebrated New Year's Eve Eve last night on the lower East side (3 years in a row now) and had drinks, wine, calamari, pate on toast, lamb ragout, coq au vin and creme brulee at Pangea. Then we saw TinTin in 3D (charming) and wound up, as always, at Cafe Mogador on St. Mark's Place. Tagine of lamb with apricots and prunes, shrimp in butter sauce, sesame biscuits, aged Scotch, sparkling lemonade, mint tea and cappuccino went down our gullets pronto. John gave me some spectacular handmade chocolates and cookies and I gave him gloves and earwraps. Thanks for another lovely memory, dear John!