Back from a perfectly perfect meal with Miss Barbara Deutsch. We spoke of many things, of cabbages and kings. I had the Buffalo wings and a barbecue chicken sandwich, with a teeny-tiny side salad - all was yummilicious. We had a really cute, funky waitress. She'd chosen the music that was playing - moon music from the 1950s - in describing it she kept trying to tell us about the weird-sounding instrument that was playing. I told her it was the theremin and that I, in fact, had one, and I suddenly was the hit of the evening at the Studio City Cafe.