Recently UberBoss marked his 15-year annniversary at Dot Org and wanted to take my department out to celebrate. A gracious idea, but hardly fitting for him to treat us. Luckily CoolBoss just earned an honorarium at a speaking engagement and that was enough--for the twelve of us, since we have interns this summer for the first time ('nother story, that).
So we went to Indigo, which used to be Papillon. When it was Papillon RDC and I went once, in 1999 maybe or 2000. We weren't impressed, and you really are supposed to be impressed. Is it the same chef? I forget. Anyway. I had a tarragon chicken salad sandwich with dried cherries and sprouts and maybe walnuts? which was fine, not spectacular. The really interesting thing was the appetizers we shared as a table: popcorn with wasabi peas, almonds? I think I'm transposing my nuts, doesn't that sound painful? and something else. Also--separately--calamari.
It was a yummy meal and a fun one. I sat across from Lou, who swapped travel stories with Intern #1 on my right.
Part of the nother story that is the interns was the question, "How are we going to tell them apart?" (not mine). I think, because he's often the funniest one, it might have been UberBoss who said, in honor of The Cat in the Hat Comes Back, Intern 1, Intern 2, Intern 3. They are, in fact, quite easy to differentiate. Which is another part of the intern story.
Lou is so cool. She left the States in 1984 with a thousand dollars and came back in 1987. "And you'd spent it all?" UberBoss asked, mock incredulously. Today's stories were how she got from China to Tibet to Nepal, there finally to Kathmandu, with neither language nor money nor passport, the latter two of which had just been stolen. In Kathmandu at least English was often provided.
So the point of the subject line is that RDC called in the midafternoon suggesting coquillages et pommes frites for dinner, at Le Central, one of our old favorites. I was dubious but thought that a swim might restore my appetite.
It didn't really, but that's why I had the second, third, and fourth stomachs installed.
Never eating again, that is, until breakfast Friday morning, over which I wrote the above.