This New Year's Eve Jose and I wanted to do something a little special with our menu. We figured if you charge someone one hundred hard-earned, American dollars and promise them food all night long they would like something a little nicer that some bullshit panino. Alas, the powers that be thought otherwise. The plug was pulled on duck quesadillas, oysters with champagne granita, lobster macaroni and cheese on parmesan wafers, etc. We did however slip one curveball past while the boss-man was in Florida by accepting delivery of fifty pounds of lamb. Take that food cost! Such adorable baby racks, shown here marinating in rosemary, garlic, and olive oil, then seared, roasted, and finished with ginger-mint preserves. We marinated our livers in margaritas from 9PM until 4AM. Thanks to the cheesiest DJ ever for getting the party totally hyped on New York City, and really just partying in general. And a special thanks to the trashed and clumsy Asian girl that busted ass in front of everyone while unsuccessfully trying to get me to dance on the bar with her. Little lady you absolutely made 2009 for me. In light of these and other life-affirming events I have decided to change my resolution from "grow the hell up" to simply "eat more lamb." I think I can manage that.
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