June 12, 2005

• Prodigal Returns and Good Eats…

  Daniel Baum came back to the coast he detests, finally.
  

  It was, to say the least, a special occasion, so we planned way ahead and reserved one of the hottest tables of the New York epicurean scene: Nobu.
  

  Observe Mary explain the Japanese Peruvian Fusion.
  

  I didn’t quite get it.
  

  So John broke it down.
  

  Oh, now I see.
  

  It was a varied course of high highs, and slight okays. The soft shell crab salad was amazing (and I don’t even like crab).
  

  The tempura rock shrimp crackled in your mouth, exploding a savory taste of buttery deliciousness.
  

  3 ounces of kobe beef just melted in your mouth, hijacking your taste buds on a five star cruise.
  

  The toban yaki sizzled onto our plates last, and was only great, not the spectacular that I had come to expect.
  

  Unpictured was the amazing jalapeno white tail, that I still have wet dreams about, the three orders of sushi, and an enchanting hot banana dessert.

  We ended the night with a bit of poker, and I got quad aces.
  

  Baum snapped us with his Polaroid.
  

  And after too much sake, took a trip to throw up in a bag row.
  

  Welcome back, Baum.
  

  (Oh, and I found my philosophy in a kitchy overly expensive tshirt)
  

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