Here is (part of) Enzo's dinner backstage at 42nd Street's own B.B. King Blues Club & Grill, where we were playing a gig. Chicken wings -- look, he only likes the drumette part!
They also had pasta with a reddish sauce that no one really touched, plus a nice mesclun salad and mini cupcakes. And beer. Good beer. What a world.
Margy's meal out in the front of the house went sadly unphotographed. Apologies.