This is Bossy’s friend Alwyn and her sister. On Saturday night, they treated Bossy to a collection of foams and reductions in one of the finest restaurants overlooking the city. And then the trio moved to the chef’s table for dessert, because it was somebody’s birthday. Bossy won’t mention how old, but it rhymes with forty.
Happy birthday, Alwyn!
Great smiles! Happy birthday, Alwyn!
Foams and reductions? This was clearly a girl’s night out. Glad you had a good time.
Foams and reductions? Was it dinner? Or a Spa Night?
Happy Birthday! 40 is the new 28 and I have been loving it (for the last 2 years, 361 days…)
thorty?
Dang, I want foam for my birthday dinner too.
What the eff is foam?
My Sister, my New Friend, Executive Chef, Good Lighting, reductions w/ foam, sugar glass, Rhone, Port, and informing everyone it was my Sister’s 40th…Truly Priceless!
I turn 40 in October. Bossy, will you come celebrate with me?
And for the final course everyone got shoved in the stainless steel meat locker until the next morning.
“Foam”??? Foam what?
I have always wanted to sit at chef’s table. What a wonderful birthday!
Woo, I cooked most of my own dinner for my 40th (yesterday, dude, it’s still so fresh I can smell it) so I’m fairly jealous. But I must ask: did they seat you in the morgue section or what?
Happy Birthday, Alwyn!! (My hub’s middle name is Alwyn….are we related????)