One of my slush survivors, George Tucker, is in town this weekend, so he and I and Gordon met up with him last night, the first meeting for all of us. We met at an Indian restaurant in Manhattan called Utsav, which was good, but pricey. For some reason they didn’t have murgha tikka, though they had other cubed chicken dishes, and they had tandoori chicken, which uses the same sauce as murgha tikka, which left me wondering why the hell they couldn’t just make it for me.

But anyway, it was a fun evening. We chatted about everything from porn expos to mystery novels to the intricacies of book publishing. Normally, Gordon and I just talk about porn expos, so it was nice to have the excuse to talk about something else for a change.

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