This evening we had our delayed celebration of winning our company's annual Dream Team of the Year award. I was going to take my assistant out to lunch, but my boss wanted to join in and upgrade it to dinner. We went to Gotham Bar and Grill, one of my favorite restaurants in the West Village. Here's a link to their home page where you can see what the restaurant really looks like. My Asian-style grilled cod was fantastic--delicious light sauce with baby bok choy and baby shiitake mushrooms. The portions aren't too huge, but we all knew better than to order an appetizer. My assistant actually ordered dessert after his steak, but my boss and I split a cheese platter and had cappucinos. There was some sort of sheep's milk cheese that was all carved up and swirled around so it looked like an off-white carnation, but was delicious. Nobody ate the chocolate truffles they tossed on the table.

My boss put it on his Amex card, and not his corporate one. I really should split the bill with him because the entire thing was my idea. Yeah, it's expense account expensive, but I don't care. The whole point was to treat my assistant, who won the company's most prestigious award along with my boss and me (and others across various office locations), after only five months on the job. It took me 4.5 years to do it, although I have won various awards of lesser prestige for the past three.

I still feel pretty stuffed, and I'm dog-tired by now, so it's off to bed.