The Kitchen Nazi pinged and asked if I was doing anything tonight. I know he had just been on a trip to Yunnan and came back with a haul of mushrooms, and my ever-generous friend wanted to share. For a split second I thought this was an invitation for a home dinner, but of course it would make much more sense for him to do this at Neighborhood. He extended the invitation to a few other friends, but we kinda had to figure out who else was coming by asking each other. And he didn't tell me what time to show up. Same with a couple of other friends. So typical. Those of us who arrived earlier than expected were shooed away to Paragon around the corner, because the boss wasn't quite ready for us. So a bunch of us sat around the bar while Foursheets nursed a drink, until we were called over to take our seats at our table.
