Sushi Blues
Tonight we had a birthday dinner (I turn 42 on Tuesday) at Sushi Blues with Susan, Kramer and Valerie. Much talk of the old days, and eye-rolling from K whenever a name or a band would come up that didn’t meet his high standards. There was one name which had both of our eyes rolling, the girlfriend of a certain record label entreprenour who sabotaged both of our relationships with a recording artist we would have liked to have remained friends with. That said, the sweet potato fries with three dipping sauces were perfect, and the chirashi a big portion of fresh stuff. V. got me two great gifts, some Led Zeppelin shot glasses and a big ear bookend sculpture:
King Hell Eye Roller Pets World’s Most Lovable Dog:
Yesterday we went to The Bass Museum, and took in the visual art. We especially enjoyed Hervé Di Rosa’s exhibition, “Made in Miami”:
Afterwards we went down to Big Pink, a great diner at the end of A1A in South Beach. The kids were hungry:
I had a Big Pink burger, and so did Adele. Henry had pizza, and Susan a veggie burger.
The Bass Museum of Art has a grove of six baobabs:
