It’s Restaurant Week here in the bountiful borough of Brooklyn, and so today we upped our lunch level. For a very reasonable flat fee, we took advantage of the finest restaurant floating on a barge underneath the Brooklyn Bridge (a neighborhood we lovingly refer to as DUBBO), the River Café.

Notes on living large:

• Although there is an initial shock of the fancy fancy new (men’s outfits varied between suits with pocket squares and suits without, and then Sloat and I) that quickly fades away. Although they do play opera in the entrance foyer.

• When you get up to go to the bathroom, a server suddenly materializes at your table and quickly places a cover over your food to keep it from getting cold. I can only assume the cover is made from silver, possibly platinum.

• Crumb scrapers are used to prepare the table for dessert, which frankly isn’t so fancy our servants used to do this all the time back when I was little.

Let’s break our orders down! All photographs taken (covertly, so as not to look gauche like picture-snapping peasants) with Andrew’s iPhone.

Pressman:
1 glass Merlot
Smoked Salmon with Crispy Scallops
Crispy Duck with Sweet Potato Purée

Renda:
1 glass Pinot Noir
Beef Salad
Crispy Duck with sweet potato puree

Andrew:
1 glass Iced Tea
Beef Salad without beef
Scottish Salmon

Holly:
1 glass Dolcetto
Lamb Meatballs
Scottish Salmon
1 espresso

And for dessert, we all had a medley of creme brulee, some sort of chocolate mousse, and pineapple sorbet.

Then Holly got on her motorcycle and made us all walk home.

Sweet ride, Gressley.