I spent a significant portion of my day last Saturday in a tutu. How many people (over the age of seven, that is) can say that?
While I was certainly the only adult rockin’ the tulle that day, it seemed apropos at a celebration of the phirst year of a very small and very adorable little princess to dress similarly.
The princess party took up the majority of the afternoon, so dinner didn’t come up as a topic until late in the evening. Thankfully, I cashed in on my compelling charm and called up my dear old phriend (and no, I’m not calling him old, I’m calling him time-tested and me approved), Joe Rombi, and got a late reservation for me and a phellow.
(And thank the phood gods I called, because the place was PACKED!)
Prepared for a mastication marathon, I passed on the bruschetta that phirst arrived but tucked into the house bread quite contentedly. I then insisted we have the Arancini as an appetizer, because anyone who passed up little phried balls of risotto delight is just plain bonkers.
I only got through a small portion of the house salad (I’m never really one for dressings anyway), because I knew my phavorite pasta was on the way (and I was busy relishing the 2006 Modus Ruffino in phront of me).
My phellow companion opted for the Portobello Mushroom Ravioli and afforded me a tasty bite. The restaurant had started to clear a bit by this point in the meal, so I phinally decided to use a phlash (had been trying to keep it low pro and not “ph” up the intimate atmosphere), hence why this dish looks particularly vibrant. Personally, I think it looks like the redheaded stepchild of Ectoplasm- but that’s just me. That being said, I’ve never tried Ectoplasm, so I have no idea how the tastes would compare.
And I digress…
As soon as that phlash went off, I had a table of ladies wanting to know what I was up to, so I went back to trying to hide. Ah, my public!
Back to the phood…
Pasta Puttanesca- if loving you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.
Keep on keepin’ on, Joe! Dinner was delicious as always.
And yes, I did change out of the tutu prior to dinner. I have a tendency to call enough attention to myself without ridiculous outfits to aid in the process…