In which we learn that, in fact, there *is* such a thing as a free lunch

nancaurelia's friend Rob has been taking a catering course, and their final exam is the production of a small reception; and they were commanded to go round up some test subjects guests for it. So he invited her, and she invited me. Therefore my lunch consisted of toddling a few blocks to the Inn on 23rd, eating zillions of different hors d'oevures, and making notes of what worked and what didn't. Oh, don't throw me into that briar patch, Br'er Fox.

Everything was at least decent, most was excellent, some were stellar. Let me take this moment to particularly note the salmon puffs (I only wish my pate a choux were that light and airy), the crab cakes, the roast lamb with yogurt mint dip, and the little wheat shortbreads with cream and mango chutney.

Burp.