friday night i made a reservation for sally and myself at sobou, a very modern dining establishment just 2 blocks up from the hotel. then mike called and said he would join us. that’s always good news, but nothing i felt i had to share with the restaurant, they’d work it out when we got there. mike was the first to arrive. 30 years and i haven’t gotten anywhere first yet. he was seated at a table for 2, and was in a mild lather that we had 50% more people than chairs, but the host handled the issue easily–that’s what restaurants do, they are in the hospitality business. remember that point, it will come up later in the story. sobou is very modern; the walls are decorated with a huge collection of pharmacy bottles in a vast variety of size and shape, all without labels, on narrow shelves and backlit. it is both very attractive and makes the light in the dining room flattering to the guests and the food. the tres chic decor of sobou we started with an order of the shishito peppers, quick fried and spiced and delightful. you have to start with a tiny bite because nineteen out of 20 of these peppers are quite mild but the 20th will melt the enamel off your teeth. gail just bites in willy-nilly, but she’s tougher than i am. remember that part about being in the hospitality business? mike’s partner franklin showed up to join us—he didn’t want a meal, just to sit with us an maybe have a bowl of soup. we were clearly informed that we had a table for three and there was no room and no other chair available. franklin got to stand. this struck me as entirely bizarre. we were willing to squeeze him into our little table, and the joint was refusing. fortunately, i went outside to make a phone call and by the time i got back sanity had returned to the situation and a chair was produced. soups were served. sally and i had the sweet potato and carrot soup, which was spectacular. very thick, smooth and savory, it was a decided winner. entrees arrived. i had the tuna es