The other day, I had lunch with my boss to celebrate a work anniversary — and happily, my esteemed editor suggested we try a curry place. I probably shouldn’t be surprised by this, but people are starting to associate me with curry. (Note: I’m a financial journalist in real life, which really has nothing to do with curry.)

As for where we went, I suggested nearby Pongsri Thai on 48th St., between Broadway and 8th., which has long been a favorite haunt of mine. Years ago, I used to cover the courts as a (white-collar) crime reporter in lower Manhattan — and frequented the Pongsri Thai location on Bayard Street in Chinatown. In fact, I used to have the number on speed-dial, so if I were covering an important trial (say, the Tyco or Martha Stewart cases) I could place an order during the trial’s lunch break, and have enough time to pick it up and eat, all while filing an update to the wire on my BlackBerry. Curry got me through many a stressful news day.

These days, I’m no longer covering spot news, so lunch (on the odd occasion when I step out for it) can be a bit more leisurely. At Pongsri in midtown, we had the Penang curry with chicken (in part because I am trying to master the recipe) and also a Jungle curry with shrimp. As usual, it was delicious.

And lo and behold, my boss dropped the news that he recently tried a “dry” curry, at a place called Laut, near Union Square. I’ve never had a dry curry, so this is an intriguing development. My source seems legit, especially since I work for him. It must be true. I’ll report back when I have the story.