feasting with my nephews

I meet Adam and Jason at Atlantic Grill around 1:30.  Maybe I’m imagining it, but every female under 40 seems to be eyeing me with envy.  I am seated with the two best guys in the restaurant.  Maybe New York.

We decide on sushi. Jason orders; I don’t bother looking at the menu.  A gigantic platter arrives.  Exotic rolls and sushi of either salmon or yellow tail, my favorites.  We eat and talk.  And eat.  And eat some more.

A gorgeous girl stops by the table to say hi.  She knows both Adam and Jason.  She’s model-beautiful, as well as ivy-educated undergrad and med school.  She’s now a doctor at a top NYC Hospital. I want to ask her out she’s so perfect.

Even the cute waitress is enjoying our table.  After finishing the sushi, Jason says, “Ya know, I could probably go for another couple of rolls.“  So Adam orders.  “Okay, we’ll have another (miso-glazed Chilean) sea bass roll, another (tempura) shrimp roll (with pear, avocado, and dried apricot miso glace that is beyond incredible), three more salmon sushi, three more yellowtail sushi, oh and another spicy tuna roll (with sweet thai chili).”  In other words, our second platter arrives and it’s as big as the first.

Even the three of us can’t finish it all.

The waitress explains why it’s never a good idea to take leftover sushi home, unless the plan is to eat it within two hours.  Too bad Alexander doesn’t live closer.