Potluck Confessions

It was an evening event and I didn't really know the hosts who happened to have a posh river-view apartment on the UES. The invite specified "Finger food-entree. No red wine". Yikes! That's a pretty tall order and there was no way I'd be cooking on a weekday afternoon. Solution? Ring up Tokyo Bay. I had them put together a selection of maki rolls and about an hour later I stopped by to pick up their beautifully composed platter. Of course there was no way to pass it off as my own home-cooking, but I prefer to leave the sushi making to the professionals anyway. I represented Downtown very ably that night. And when I got home, I treated myself to a big glass of red wine.