We had yet another fantastic dinner at 53 South on Friday, where over a bowl of loudmouth soup (aka Grey Goose martini), James and I discussed ways to rehabilitate our foul-mouthed children. After dinner, we learned that the other Kate and James were just down the route having dinner at Asian C with a posse of street thugs from Harvest Lane. Never too shy to gatecrash, James and I bumrushed Asian C with so much fanfare, we nearly destroyed Katie's impeccable rep as an upstanding neighborhood citizen. But she seemed perfectly ok with it. We tossed back some pinot grigio and repeatedly toasted James N's new job at a company so cool that it's earned its own verb. All of this and we were still home before midnight.
"Go Google yourself."