Soup Do

For some reason, I imagined La Bonne Soupe was on 53rd
between 5 and 6, not that I hadn't been there before, and
not that I didn't know that was where MOMA is (I really
really preferred the pre-renovation museum, but then I am
a senior citizen). Eventually I got there, finding most of
the guests already in place at their long tables. So I was
deprived of the monitor wine expertise (but didn't have to
experience the monitor wine spend); instead I sat at a
little adjacent table with CDKing and his lovely Pat, who
atypically for this group is vegan.

We figured a bottle for three, so I asked for one of the
house Cotes du Rhone; what came was the slightly better one
from the wine list (not better enough to remember its name)
for $2 more. I remember this same charade from last time.
It was $2 okayly spent.

Pat ordered the creme andalouse, and I wondered how they
made a vegan cream soup, but whatever; CDKing got a burger
with peppercorn cream, medium, which came medium.

My burger maison ordered rare came medium as well, which
was okay, because it was of good meat; the sort of
bordelaise sauce generously ladled over was very salty.

With these came an abundance of fries - it turns out that
Pat had ordered one for herself, so we got three big cones
and managed to finish about one and a half.

This is a particularly congenial gathering, and Catman is
a fine host, and we talked and talked and ate and ate, and
time veritably flew.

It was 2230ish when the gathering broke up. Insofar as I was
a bit between time zones and there was an early day coming
up, I passed on a couple afterparty/boozing offers, being
confident that if I drank more I'd oversleep all alarms.

Bed enveloped me in its arms, and I got a welcome seven
hours before the morning light (curtains left open for this
purpose) woke me, minutes before the first of my set alarms.