at least they didn't spell it doughnut

Last night a summer associate friend of mine brought me along to a recruiting event: Insieme and Legally Blonde, the Musical. The conversation and the musical were what I'd expected (which is to say pleasant! why do you always assume I assume the worst?) so like the law student that I am I'll write about food.

The bread, soup, things that looked like elf buttons, fish, and risotto were excellent despite/because of consisting mostly of butter. For dessert I ordered an Iron Baron cocktail, causing the waiter to laugh at me for the third time. Someone else ordered cream filled donuts with chocolate dipping sauce.

I'm not judging unhealthy eating; I just ate a cookie for breakfast. I'm not judging decadence; at $11, my dessert was one dollar more expensive than donuts. In fact, I have even eaten expensive donuts before, on days when my family journeyed to the city of Warwick and capped it off with Smokey Bones. There were always a lot of dead animal and lard jokes involved. At Insieme, not so.

Rich New Yorkers are just as gluttonous as everyone else in America but less self-conscious about it. Instead of hoisting massive pink DONUTS signs into empty skylines, their dealers hole up in Midtown under confusing Italian names.