LAST NIGHT WAS AMAZING. Coworker K IMed me circa 4pm to ask what I was doing after work – I tried to come up with a quick excuse in case I was about to get roped into something I didn’t want to do but of course my terrible-at-lying self couldn’t lie and just said “nothing, why.” BOY WAS I GLAD I MADE MYSELF AVAILABLE. Apparently her roommate R had just gotten promoted and in his ecstacy was inviting random people to dinner, and by random I mean coworker K and her boyfriend, and their other roommate who ended up not being able to go and so K started asking other people if they could come instead. Good thing the rest of our team wasn’t able to go since apparently I was like the last person she asked, but luckily my I-never-do-anything-fun-during-the-week self was fully available to attend this impromptu dinner on K’s happily promoted roommate R.
The dinner was at this super secret top secret place called Bohemian, one of those NYC super secret top secret places you have to have the number for to get a reservation but the number isn’t available anywhere unless you get it in person from someone who has personally been there. Rather than explaining in words, let me just show you a few photos of just a few of the items we were served at this incredible Japanese super secret top secret restaurant Bohemian.
Sample Meat Platter
Miso Black Cod
Kobe Mini Burgers
I can’t even tell you how incredible the food was — other deliciousness we ordered included a plate of sashimi (SO FRESH), rice balls, steak (SO TENDER), cauliflower, risotto, potato wedges, and sake panna cotta (INCRED), accompanied by two bottles of wine and a bottle of bourbon. It was quite incred. Exceeded my expectations. AND the restaurant had one of those really high tech toilets that they have all over Japan that has an automatic toilet seat heater and a cookie cleaner and a bunch of other neat gadgets. AND I became bff with the chef because he was Japanese and so we communicated in our native tongue. He called me a “Japanese beauty.” And then I nervously laughed and stuffed my face with burger. Whatever, now I have his business card and have the super secret number to the place.
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