Nick came home one day and told her put on your best dress baby, and darling fix your hair up right. He had already called the sitter. He was taking her to Deus, a new restaurant nobody could get into.
He got them a table through his Times connections. He had been working the phone for the past two days for this alone. Josephine said she wished he hadn’t have bothered, but she was secretly excited.
It was rumored Tom Colicchio, Wylie Dufresne and David Chang were behind Deus, but no one knew for sure. There were no menus, there was no wine list. You went and were seated and waiters brought you food and drink seemingly indiscriminately, announcing each dish and beverage before delicately laying it down in front of you as if it were an unstable compound, liable to explode at the slightest disruption.
It didn’t matter who you were or what you wanted. Or how much you wanted. You could end up with the most extravagant, most delicious ten-course meal served in the city, or you could end up being served a single, perfectly-cooked pea, placed in the exact center of the plate, which had to be surgically fed to you by a waiter, lest some inexact movement of tines on your part caused the pea to stray from center before making its journey into your mouth. At least, this was a rumor that had been propagated, some saying it originated with Kyra Sedgwick and Kevin Bacon, who both agreed the pea was the best per-bite meal they had ever had in their lives.
It didn’t matter if you were deathly allergic to nuts, and in fact, it was rumored that there had been several fatalities at Deus. The Mayor’s Office was advising full physicals for all patrons. It was rumored that not even the Mayor himself had been able to land a table.
