Speaking of an Aviary-like experience: last night we stopped by Booker and Dax, the new cocktail bar in the former Momofuku duck lunch spot. M. has been there often, hanging out with friends Nick and Tristan (who tend bar there) and borrowing their rotovap for his various and sundry cocktail experiments, but it was my first time, and it was damn fun. It’s really nothing like Aviary — save for the chem lab equipment and techniques — but one cool thing is that the cocktails are made right in front of you (as opposed to in a kitchen), so you’re treated to theatrical displays of fire and (dry) ice. There was a bunch of serious chef-y types there as well as Aziz Ansari (noted cocktail aficionado), so it had that buzzy New York thing going on in spades.
We talked for a solid two hours with Mike, dreaming up ideas for Tales of the Cocktail events that would make even those seen-it-all-New-Orleanians hoot and howl, and I was, yet again, filled with such gratitude to this guy that introduced me to my guy. Ultimately I have Tumblr to thank for it all — I never would have met Mike if not for meeting Mark — and come to think of it, I never would have befriended Mark if not for gumbo, so really it gets down to gumbo and Tumblr, Tumblr and gumbo. (What else is there?)
Nora, you employ some kind of fourth-dimensional flattery that actually makes me more hungry than flattered. I don’t know how you do it, but it is wildly appreciated.
Your gumbo, by the way, is flattery enough for heaven.
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