On Sunday, I went down to the City to meet up with the R&D team from my future employer. We hit a food a show, ate a few places, and had a wonderful time together. It was just a chance for everyone to get together, see some food, and get to know each other better in a city that has so much life.

We had some amuse at a dumpling place called Mandoo Bar in the Korean part of town. It was terrific, the kim-chi and other fermented veg was perfect and the dumplings are perfect. We had three different kinds and a rice dish with beef that was served in a flaming-hot stone pot on the table, where the rice could crisp and the flavors meld.

Albert had planned to take us to Tabla, a wishlist restaurant of mine. I was psyched until we read the sign that it was closed for a private event. A little bummed, I was very quickly revived at Devi, an indian two-star off Broadway. To say it was divine would be a terrible understatement. Through a connection to the Chef, we were bombarded with 24 courses or so. Everything was delicious, almost everything was a hit. Then off to Flute, a champagne bar, and then late into the hotel.

I missed my train the next morning, but was able to run into class before I was too late.