The lemon tart came with a curvy chocolate wafer imprinted with the skyline of New York. Of course my poor culinary vocabulary can’t begin to describe how they tasted or how well the food was presented. There was also a little plate of cookies and chocolates and passion fruit jellies to go along with the coffee. I felt a little uncomfortable because of the formal setting and later like an ass after I ate most of the food before realizing this was supposed to be a “tasting.” The conversation was really interesting too as the one of my bosses, Gilbert, commanded our attention with an astounding array of information about food and trends and places and experiences. I really admired how he was able to carry the conversation and with how eloquent he was. This is as close as I’m gonna get to being an Iron Chef judge I guess.