My sister and B got engaged at Balthazar shortly after midnight this past Saturday. I alone bore witness to this disturbing (by which I mean oh happy tidings) moment. When the waiter came by to ask how everything was going, I of course announced the news to him. Much to our surprise, he returned with two flutes of complimentary champagne. (Careful readers of this post will have noted that there were three of us at the table. Three people, two flutes.) After a short pause, it became clear that he had not simply forgotten a third flute -- he had just decided that only the affianced should drink good champagne. Further incontrovertible proof of society's rampant discrimination against single people.
N.B. The goat cheese and caramelized onion tart was predominantly goat cheese and thoroughly creamy. It paired well with the onion soup, which more than made up for the scarce caramelized onions in the tart.
that's so sad and pathetic... i know i heard the story already but somehow, reading it, made it all the more sad...
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