my main man robert duffy invited me to a special dinner at the little door on 3rd street, where we traded secrets on good skin and work ethics. ok, maybe he didn't personally invite me or trade secrets, but he did kiss me goodnite. the people, scenery and food were astonishing-it quenched my hunger for greatness. i couldn't even finish my flourless chocolate cake. the servers were hot and all, but the service is in possible need of an upgrade.