13: Spice
Soft couches, backless uniforms, chicken samosas, kumquat mojitos and blogger buddies at Spice Market.
Scrolling: Nick Warren at TLV Tel-Aviv
After driving 160 miles to NYC through rain and toll booths, waiting for the C train which never came, hopping on to C's neighbor, and a few transfers, I reached Spice Market for the bloggers' underground meeting.
I asked for Cutie but the maitre d' was clueless. Then a girl came over and started talking to him. I caught the word 'MBA'. It was Cutie - MBA Cutie. We were then led into a room with verdigris on the walls, intricately carved wooden windows, white couches that one could sink into and a few round tables in the center.
Vikram arrived. Then Redwolf056, MBAformein08, Wheresmydessert, Marina and MBA Jackass. MBAformein08 brought a friend along - let's call her Caroline. She was wearing pointy shoes. I made it a point not to offend her.
The menu consisted of cocktails, appetizers and desserts. Ordering the food was a good team-building/leadership/management exercise. After the budding bschoolers failed to come to a consensus, the smart waitress suggested that we order two of each item. That would've been fine, except that the vegetarians would have gone home hungry; there were limited veggie offerings. So, we modified the smart waitress's suggestion a bit.
We then closed the curtains. MBA Jackass started chugging scotch on the rocks and telling us about the importance of being punctual to a classical music concert. The appetizers came and vanished. Wheresmydessert said, "Where's my dessert?". Seven of us ordered the Vietnamese coffee tart. Caroline got the Ovaltine Kulfi and MBA Jackass got the Rice Pudding.
Redwolf056 had quit his job a few hours ago and was leaving on a twenty-country tour soon, so he left after dessert to meet other friends. The rest of us tagged along with MBAformein08 to her friend's going away party.
It was interesting to meet other bloggers. All of them are nice, easygoing people. I still don't know what their long term career goals are.
Scrolling: Nick Warren at TLV Tel-Aviv
After driving 160 miles to NYC through rain and toll booths, waiting for the C train which never came, hopping on to C's neighbor, and a few transfers, I reached Spice Market for the bloggers' underground meeting.
I asked for Cutie but the maitre d' was clueless. Then a girl came over and started talking to him. I caught the word 'MBA'. It was Cutie - MBA Cutie. We were then led into a room with verdigris on the walls, intricately carved wooden windows, white couches that one could sink into and a few round tables in the center.
Vikram arrived. Then Redwolf056, MBAformein08, Wheresmydessert, Marina and MBA Jackass. MBAformein08 brought a friend along - let's call her Caroline. She was wearing pointy shoes. I made it a point not to offend her.
The menu consisted of cocktails, appetizers and desserts. Ordering the food was a good team-building/leadership/management exercise. After the budding bschoolers failed to come to a consensus, the smart waitress suggested that we order two of each item. That would've been fine, except that the vegetarians would have gone home hungry; there were limited veggie offerings. So, we modified the smart waitress's suggestion a bit.
We then closed the curtains. MBA Jackass started chugging scotch on the rocks and telling us about the importance of being punctual to a classical music concert. The appetizers came and vanished. Wheresmydessert said, "Where's my dessert?". Seven of us ordered the Vietnamese coffee tart. Caroline got the Ovaltine Kulfi and MBA Jackass got the Rice Pudding.
Redwolf056 had quit his job a few hours ago and was leaving on a twenty-country tour soon, so he left after dessert to meet other friends. The rest of us tagged along with MBAformein08 to her friend's going away party.
It was interesting to meet other bloggers. All of them are nice, easygoing people. I still don't know what their long term career goals are.
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