I’d sent out feelers about interest in playing a few friendly hands after a coupla weeks’ hiatus, and all of the usual suspects responded in the enthusiastic affirmative. We were a total of nine playahs, which significantly limited the type of games we could play, but we’re used to improvising by now. Who said you need 7 cards for midnight baseball? Feh!
I’d made a smoked salmon dip with fresh dill, sour cream & horseradish for dippin’ Persian cuke segments & quackerz in, and we still had that weird-ass but strangely tasty dill pickle dip, and a couple of cheeses and truffled mousse paté from TJ’s.
Delivery was ordered from one of the Indian places in town: excellent lamb karahi & bangin’ bharta (both delightfully kicky), 2 shrimp biryani (a mistaken double order by one of our more inebriated guests, we think), fabulous lamb saag & saag paneer, lovely garlic naan, and a creamy veg dumpling dish I didn’t try.
As usual, food was sent with an abundance of basmati rice, most of which we gave away — along with ample amounts of leftover biryani, as we just took a bunch of rice home from the Sichuan jour fixe.
It was nice to catch up with the scuba crowd, who spent their spring break in Bonaire. I also won bigly for a change. Fun evening with the gang 
