Last night was the 6th rendition of my annual birthday party for Kevin Bacon. This year's theme, reflecting our recent move, was "Bacon in the Big Apple." Bacon parties in previous years have been attended by as many as 60 people but we just have not amassed legions of friends yet in New York, so we had about 15 people, who compensated in quality for what they lacked in quantity. Pat made his debut as a mixer of traditional cocktails and became an instant victim of his own success, spending the first half of the party in the kitchen with shakers and bitters and the like, until Matt P. took pity and relieved him as bartender. I had made bacon-chocolate cupcakes that were truly magnificent, but so rich that even I had trouble finishing one, plus the frosting contained enough butter and bacon fat (yes, you read that right) to kill a weak-hearted person at a single lick. Is that so wrong? Yet another highlight was the dance party that erupted late in the evening. The bacon-fueled joy could not be contained.
The day following a Bacon party is inevitably marked by sloth and half-hearted clean-up, so Pat and I didn't get out of the apartment until dinnertime. It was a lovely summer day (we have had so very many lovely summer days, incidentally; it has been a blissful couple of months) so we took a leisurely walk to Tribeca and had dinner at Nam. Pat had seafood dumplings in soup and shrimp rolls, and found them good. I was very happy with my lemongrass beef vermicelli with onions, carrot shavings, and lettuce. Well, I wasn't happy about the lettuce, but I picked it out. There were only 2 other pairs of people in the place while we were there, leading me to hope they do better business outside of Sundays. The decor is pleasing.
Just a little note to myself: the choice of Nam was the outcome of some research into walking-distance, highly-rated places, and other such options that we may explore in the future are Gigino Trattoria (323 Greenwich St) and Taj Tribeca (18 Murray St).
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