Give my regards to Broadway

A plain untoasted cinnamon raisin bagel from Dunkin, with a bottle of apple juice. One-and-a-half stale doughnuts, left from Sunday. Two turkey hot dogs with mayo, ketchup, and relish, from the Harvard Co-op café. At Dbar's Showtunes Tuesday, one sip of a Kentucky Iced Tea cocktail before switching to some kind of muddy mess in an old-fashioned glass. I believe basil was involved in the crime. To eat, a nibble of of Nora's spring vegetable salad (a potato basket filled with baby greens, fava beans, asparagus, onion, English peas, fiddleheads, dressed in green goddess dressing). One ounce of Shanna's lamb persillé, a 6 oz Colorado lamb steak with spring garlic infused jus, and a bite of her parsley risotto arancini. Myself, I had most of a plate of fried calamaria appetizer (rice flour & graham encrusted, with gingered green curry aioli, green papaya, & pickled red onions) and a bowl of sickly-looking, homemade tagliatelle (infused with black pepper & chive, tossed with morel mushrooms, artichokes, peas, & balsamic roasted shallots in a spring garlic sauce). I tried dipping one of Nora's taro root “chips” into her tuna ceviche, but got only a wet scoop of sesame-cucumber-carrot julienne (read: salsa), with nary a speck of the citrus- and spice-marinated fish. I managed also to suck down a Tanqueray-and-soda, and a diet Coke. Also had a slice of bread dipped into three flavors of some kind of oily condiment, and a handful of hand-cut French fries spiced with rosemary.