I found these photos of a catering I did a few months back. I fondly remember it as an Indian feast for Feist and friends.
A friend of mine was returning home after a lengthy time "on the road" and we were celebrating a long overdue break. The only catch was that the party was being held at Capt. Johns boat/restaurant docked like a beached whale in downtown Toronto.
Though the boat was leaky, dark n' dank the original Capt. John did his best to make us feel comfortable.
We laughed; we ate and then rejoiced in each others company while in the other room the "Captain" duct taped together a broken lamp for the next day's service. What a weird but fantastic night.
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