Shabu Shabu
Ah yes... I did forget to mention our epic trip to eat Shabu Shabu at Shabu Tatsu, on 10th st between 1st and 2nd... Japanese thin sliced beef that you cook in a hot pot at your table, with noodles, vegetables, etc... It was damn good. Of course there was like 10 of us desis sitting at a table, among all the other civil asians and white folk.. Needless to say a few bottles of sake and several giant Saporros later we riled up a little storm. With the sole white man sitting at the head, and one side all Indian, the other side all Paki, it was almost like some new generation Kashmir peace talks. Though instead of fighting, we just ate and drank and every so often we screamed out "Shabu Shabu!" Eventually we were so loud, we were "politely" given our check and asked to leave.... Nevertheless, it was good, and I think I shall return....
Two more days of research... And back to a normal life. I actually am looking foward to resuming regular hours int he hospital. Making your own hours can suck the life out of you sometimes. I guess I am the type of person who needs to keep themselves busy, and have a strong reason to get my ass up in the morning. The days I have no set "plan" I find myself procrastinating away the hours. Plus I hopefully I'll have some more interesting stories to tell, unlike this bleak month which was just eating, partying, and nyc'ing... Though nothing wrong with that either!
By the way, if anyone wants to take me to dinner to Per Se, I am accepting invitations...
Cheers!
Shabu Shabu!!!!!!
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