The time: a few hours ago.
The food: …um….
Nuit previous we were asked to come and sing at a fancy party for our Maestro in NYC, hence to stay one night and return for our continuing rehearsals the following day. The event was indeed posh enough, and as far as one can tell, fairly positive in the respect of promo-ing our upcoming performances. The only downer of the luscious evening was the food.
Whilst our voices might have been unforgettable for this lot, the food certainly should be. It started well enough, or so we thought. Tiny, tiny crisps with crab and smoked s. atop, and dill of course, because it’s green and pretty. Then our Brit compro and fellow voicer’s fave arrived with great pomp. The ever ready CUBE OF CHEESE, of course accomp with tooth picks. A must have, I'd have thought. OH! I almost forgot the grand sushi rolls too large to place in a gaping maw let alone your mouth.
Then we sang and we were quite brilliant, or so many told us. But who really knows, because they were probably contemplating what they had just eaten and were at a loss of space for anything else in their brains.
Dinner was in appearance an amazing spread. About every dish included Chicken, or Fish: Sesame chicken, chicken marsala, breaded chicken, breaded fish, fish alla teriyaki, fish alla lemon, CHICKEN alla lemon. It was all very good, but... There was a lot of meat for the masses. And they for some reason had leftovers…. We can eat more later?!
Dessert, however, was indeed compensatory for the previous tour-de-force, little tartlets and tiny, tiny miniature chocolate croissants, and other doll-sized goodies. Yum…and the wine was very nice as well!
Overall, it was fun… I then got back to the hotel and realized Les Halles was on the next corner round from us…about cried out of shame for my only meal in NYC.
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