bk has been over the hill for quite some time.
Dinner was superlative, as was the company. This jernt we ate at, Cafe Figaro, is the same place I supped with a few weeks ago with Mr. Richard Valley. It was superb then and even better tonight. I had the exact same meal - onion soup, salad, and roast chicken in a light mushroom sauce. Then our beautiful Brazilian waitress Deborah (same I had last time - she's really CUTE) talked us into having the Chocolate Souflee. It took twenty minutes to cook and after one bite I can tell you it was one of the best desserts I've ever had. And it wasn't too big, so Pogue and I splitting it was just right.
The conversation was lively and sparkling and we talked about everything under the sun, and then we moved on to everything under the moon.
When I got home, I got the word that we can have the theater near Musso and Frank, but not until November 17. That's three days earlier than we could have had The Hudson, and there's a chance we could load in a week earlier. Unless I love the theater I'm seeing tomorrow, we'll probably take it, and open the Friday following Thanksgiving.