What, I never told you the story? About how it seemed like a perfectly good idea to fly to New York to have dinner at his studio? A dinner prepared by the one and only Mario Batali? Yes, it seemed like a fine idea.
They were all very impressed that I decided to go his party on a whim.
Anyway, everyone there was extremely nice and even though I am the most thoroughly awkward person in the world I think I managed to make it through the evening without totally humiliating myself. (I think)