Luswin the Lifesaver treated me for birthday dinner at this very nice (emphasis on the nice) Argentine restaurant in Hells Kitchen.
(tangent: the city tries to promote this neighborhood as "Clinton". Anyone who has spent an August in Manhattan knows better.)
We'd been trying to connect over the last many weekends. But basketball - his new religion - and my aversion to weeknights kept getting in the way. So, we had a few months of reconnecting, reaffirming to do. Which we did with the help of his vodka and cranberry and my Tom Collins.
We started the meal with empanadas. He ordered the Churrasco Argentino with the namesake sauce. I had a small serving of rabbit stew over noodles and a side of asparagus. We finished with Panqueques de Dulce de Leche for dessert. I had a cup of coffee.
We finished the night with another round (or two) of drinks at Barrage. Finally we left for Penn Station where he was greeting a friend in from DC. I picked up a few toiletries for my upcoming weekend retreat and we said goodbyes. Hopefully not as long before the next meeting.
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