Final Dinner

Or, the Last Supper, as it were. We persuaded the research students that for the last night they are all in town we ought to go out to a fancy restaurant for dinner. And of course, that meant we had to go to LOML and my favourite restaurant, the Japanese place on the lake.
It was, as ever, lovely. They seated the seventeen of us in their separate room, with what look like paper screens (actually rather sturdier plastic) affording us some privacy.
A very pleasant -- if a little pricey -- and delicious evening.

Yours, stuffed on sushi,
N.