Another in the Ranks of the KMA Club...

Last night, after work, my friend Pete A and I headed off through the rather sultry streets of Manhattan to grab a bite to eat. No ordinary bite to eat mind you, I had selected the restaurant because I knew they offered good eats and about 200 different selections of Scotch Whiskey. (Not that we would be drinking of course, but it makes for better atmosphere.) I figured good food and being surrounded by good spirits was a good way to celebrate Pete's entry into the KMA Club since yesterday was the last mandatory day for him to work before he officially was eligible to retire from the bourgeois government position he has held for just under the last 29 years or so.

We went to St. Andrews Restaurant on 44th Street. I have written about it before, and all I will say here about it is that if you are ever in the heart of NYC, and want some good food and to be surrounded by fine spirits, this is a a place to try. It is a tad on the expensive side if you eat a full dinner (dinner for 2 with hypothetical drinks was $106 and change, excluding tip), but they serve bar food up front at a much less expensive hit (if only I had known this before making up my mind to treat). Well anyway, the food is truly deliciously excellent, and worth almost every penny, and the service is excellent too. I had a rack of lamb and Pete had some dish with Ocean Scallops that looked to die for. He enjoyed his meal and being surrounded by those fine spirits.

Now hypothetically speaking of course, if we were to have imbibed we would have both had a pint of crisp English cider, and after the meal he would have enjoyed a Speyside in the way of a dram of Balvenie 15 year old single barrel, and I an Island distilled 14 year old Scarps. Ah being surrounded by fine spirits is a good thing - hypothetically speaking of course.

In case you were wondering as to the references to the KMA Club, and you have not yet guessed the meaning of KMA, well just think of what you would like to tell one or two of your bosses on the day you become eligible to retire, and the K stands for Kiss, the M for My and the A for...

It was a swell time with a good friend.

All the best,
Glenn B