Last night was the second holiest night on the American Idol calendar; the declaration of the Top 12 and, perhaps, more importantly, the Top 12 party.
Top 12 night is as previously mentioned, that magic threshold from where humble dreamers emerge as titans, warriors of song whose names will resound through our annals forevermore.
The party, for its part, has traditionally been one of the better buffets in entertainment. And last night was no exception. Coming in late as I am, I will skip the complete report other than to say, the short ribs were not the very best I’ve ever had but far above the Hollywood event Short Rib Median, and that the salted butterscotch parfait was magnificent.
Both of which auger very well for a perfectly workable season ahead.
