Daffynition

In recalling the slightly unmentionable moments of my Boy Scout years, I remembered a phrase that Joey (the tickler) used to describe himself: polymorphously perverse, because, he admitted, he liked the thrill of tickling girls and boys his age and looking at their reactions.  He also liked being tickled.

Funny, how quickly a childhood can be forgotten and remembered.

Time for lunch — fresh peaches (first of the season!), fresh strawberries (last of the season!), potato chips, potato chip butter (i.e., sour cream) and a hummus sandwich.

Have a great day!  I have books that wait to be read and I an urge to read them.

Delectable Memories

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Thanks to Francine and crew at Nick’s.

Disclosure: my wife and I were part owners of Nikko’s restaurant, along with founders Robert and A nn

[continued on 5/29/2013] Anna Black; Nikko’s restaurant closed a few years ago and ever since then, about three years ago, Anna has been a sous chef at Nick’s and still making wonderfully eye/tongue/stomach-pleasing meals.

We talked with Nick about his restaurant.  He and I used to smoke cigars in the bar at Nikko’s where Nick kept a humidor so I was interested in what he had to say.

Nick’s friends had encouraged him to realise his dream of a restaurant.

Nick had two, and only two, requirements:

  1. The restaurant had to offer a place to smoke the finest cigars.
  2. The bar had to offer the finest martinis.

Nick has achieved his dreams.

The 16-ounce steak in my stomach thanks Nick’s friends!

Update: a special thanks to Cane (Caine?), the bartender, who served us drinks while we waited for our table to be prepared.