fesenjan

We had dinner at a Persian restaurant this evening. I was looking over the menu, got to #32, and happily said "fesenjan!" I hadn't had it in years; I used to get it now and then at an Afghan restaurant on St. Marks Place.

I made it sound like a good enough idea that A. also ordered it, though that may have had a lot to do with her general fondness for pomegranate. Persian fesenjan isn't quite like Afghani, based on both my own taste-memory and what the server said; I had expected something a little sharper than this, and maybe a bit less nutty. But it was good, as was the basmati rice (and the soup that came with it, which I didn't finish because I wanted to be sure to have room for the fesenjan). papersky also liked it; rysmiel agreed, but thought that while a little was nice, they wouldn't want a whole meal of it. (On the other hand, one taste of rysmiel's beef kebab convinced me that while it was a perfectly nice kebab, it really wasn't what I wanted.)

That was dinner; brunch was dim sum at Kam Fung, where I ate too much, with rysmiel, Papersky, zorinth (who was also at dinner), plus rezendi and his girlfriend S.

In between, we drank tea and then played a game called something like "Aye, Dark Overlord," which is a story-improv game which, rather than defining a winning condition, defines a losing one: the Dark Overlord gives Withering Looks to minions whose excuses/blame-shifting aren't good enough, and the first player to get three loses the round. (The "Overlord" can also assign a withering glance for offenses including two players sniping at each other rather than tossing the story at everyone, not in turn, but a reasonable amount of the time.Overlordship then passes to another player. I am told we have maviscruet to thank for the recommendation. Mavis, if you're reading this, thanks.