Monica and Moe are Half as Old as Isabella

Monica and Moe have been married exactly one year, so Frank, Monica's Dad, flew into town and took a bunch of us out to dinner last night at Chenery Park. The food was really good, far more delicious than Plottie had expected since he and Duck had eaten at Chenery Park the night the restaurant opened and been less than blown away.

But that was a long time ago, way before Monica and Moe tied the knot in Georgia last September. Plot and Duck missed that wedding, as it was in the middle of Their Year of Many Weddings and they just couldn't travel to them all. So, to make up for not having had Plotnik and Ducknik at the wedding, Frank actually called the man in Georgia who made Monica's wedding cake and paid him to bake it again -- the top piece. Frank then (somehow -- not sure exactly how he pulled this off) brought it with him on the airplane and had the restaurant plate it up for dessert last night.

Plotnik is astonished that the wedding cake, known in TSA Circles to be a commonly-used terrorist implement, didn't end up in an airport locker along with all the Al-Queda fingernail scissors, Mullah Omar emery boards and large tubes of Crest "Waziristan Formula" Toothpaste.

ALERT TO CHEF PICKLE: Monday night at Chenery Park is now Fried Chicken Night. Plotnik and Ducknik both agree that the fried chicken at Chenery Park is the best they have ever eaten in a restaurant. Better than the Hard Knox. 'way better than Mavericks. Better than The Front Porch. Even better than at Maudie's on Lennox Avenue in Harlem. And for $16 you get mashed potatoes, greens, yuppie slaw and three large double-battered, yummy, oh man, pieces, with a vinegary undertone and rich, moist, succulent, you know, wow.



Sorry, NotThat, as always. Hope you had a late breakfast.