A running record of every dinner that did not need to happen, and the one that is about to not need to happen next.
Many courses, each borrowed from a film that has made at least one adult at this table cry. The menu is a secret until it isn't. Dress code: none, but costumes will be gently questioned.
Fifty years since HBO launched the satellites — a menu inspired by the hits that made us laugh, cry, and debate endlessly.
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Habemus Papam: we have a pope. Habemus Cenam: we have dinner together. Both, in anticipation of a new pope, were celebrated.
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The Seder™. Plagues, murder, sex, blood, specific food requirements — then a progressive dinner built on the Delicatessen.
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The Japanese say the Seven Lucky Gods arrive by boat. But what if you're moored? At least there's an omakase.
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