A good friend was in town with high-power connections in the food welt. My fiancee' and I took her to our favorite Sid Gold's Request Room where I sing and we had deviled eggs(I am an afficianado of deviled eggs, the kitchen at the place where I sling the highest-end cheese makes great deviled eggs, but, at Sid's they offer them with aplomb). A pianist who I rarely sing with, saw me in the audience and called me by name up onstage (also welcome to the hoi poloi), yet, also home to the best of the best in the city, that was super-insane. I have a great voice as I age it gets better, I think. I usually do short sets with the former pianist for The Psychedelic Furs. I try not to cheat on him. But, now and again! Sid's is raw mike baby grande karaoke. Afterwards, we all went to Chikalicious. Our friend has a background with the eponymous Chika. This is a singular dessert bar. And, I am not a sweets guy. I work in cheese and, given the option, always will choose cheese for my dessert course. It is neurotic, I know. As long as it is kool cheese, not some industrial bullshit, I want au lait cru, fermier. No bs. What Chika worked was fucking magic. Her and her sous. And, her help staff. We were about to go off the menu, and our dear friend was talking with her, and, Chika, was, oh, no, no, and just took us in her hands plating item after item of the most incredible desserts I have had the opportunity to muse upon. If desserts are like this in the afterworld I can die happy.
https://www.chikalicious.com
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