a labe of squab

The thursday night prix fixe at the Waterboy was delicious as usual. The only SLIGHT disappointment was that contrary to the usually verging-on-too-slow three hour pace of the meal, I think they had a ton of reservations before and after us, so our four course meal clocked in at about an hour. We weren't rushed exactly, I was just enjoying myself so much I wanted the experience to last longer. Man, Rick Mahan has an undying dedication to serving squab which I admire. Especially since it's a somewhat difficult meat. He served our tonge-shaped (well, OK, it looked more like a labia than a tongue) portions of squab breast rare as hell. I went there with him because I trust him, but the people on the awkward date next to us did not seem pleased. He served it on top of toast which contained a mixture of foie gras and squab liver! Smiller overheard the people on the left of us namedrop security guard Bill from the Tower, which was cool. I might go to Tuli Bistro today for lunch. JM, any verdict on it yet?