And greens taste just plucked from the earth. Friday night, Icon steps out in party mode. There's footsie under a table. One guy performs what looks like a glandular examination on the neck of a much younger babe. Our entrees are wonderful, prepared with such care, the kitchen might be cooking just for us this madhouse night.
Desserts are fun, even simple raspberry sorbet with a spray of spun sugar rising like fire.
Go to Icon and feel like a kid again.