Birthday dinner at the Modern
I have celebrated my last four birthdays with either suttonhoo and/or SarahB (last year we were at the Carlyle). And oh my goodness! If you are ever lucky enough to turn 39 in New York City, do yourself the loveliest favor and have dinner at The Modern (conveniently located right inside MoMA). We ate from the prix fixe menu, and baby, the food kept coming and coming and coming, each course better than the last. (If you are even luckier, you can perhaps rent out suttonhoo and SarahB at the same time, but they do not come cheap. Also, we've decided it's possible that suttonhoo is actually a vampire, since even though she's one of the most beautiful people I've ever met, she is allergic to cameras.)
This arrived after the amuse-bouche but before the appetizer: gazpacho with caviar and smoked salmon. Don't you just love that word, "amuse-bouche"? I say it to myself all the time. Keeps things spicy at home.
Hello! Of course I am chorizo-crusted codfish with white coco bean puree and harissa oil! You will want to lick the plate after I am gone. (P.S. Is it not your birthday? DO IT.)
After dessert, they brought out cookies & such.
And a slice of this fabulous pistachio birthday cake (unprompted! By which I mean there are ears in this restaurant, and I talk pretty loud.).
And then came these teeny tiny ice cream cones. (I specifically included this shot of my magnificent 39-year-old ass* as a special gift to you.)
Look! The Modern! We emptied this baby out.
It was indeed the best dining experience I have had in NYC, thanks in no small part to the waitstaff, all of whom were patient, solicitous, knowledgeable, thoughtful, and exceptionally good of humor. It was such a joy!*
And look who showed up just in time for coffee! Actually I was carrying him around in my purse, for reasons unknown.
Thank you so, so much for sharing this with me, ladies. Till next year!
*Please. Dear Readers, this is SARCASM. You are not even seeing my whole ass.