Saturday, August 05, 2006
See? Already I'm bored with "getting to work". You can only describe the vagaries of public transportation so often......
Last night I decided to wander around Tribeca. I wanted to have supper at 'Ino but it looked too precious, so I went into Ditch Plains instead. Lovely. Sat at the bar, ordered a bottle of Alsace Reisling (Rob the bartender tells me the wine list is great because they don't do a big mark-up) and whip out the single diner's best friend, the crossword puzzle.
I started off with a cucumber, cherry tomato and white anchovie salad. Very delicious, and for me, very adventurous. The only downfall? Too many capers. Me no like capers.
Next on the slightly weird list was the chicken liver mousse covered with schmaltz. Schmaltz you say? Yes, schmaltz. And me, a gentile. Pretty darn good that schmaltz.
The last course of the night was the good 'ol shrimp cocktail. Who doesn't like shrimp? These ones were big and fat and juicy. The cocktail sauce was rich and spicy with cracked pepper and horseradish. Since it's so rare that I come across horseradish, I asked for a bit extra. In fact, it was then too much.
Although the menu tempted me with yellow cake and chocolate icing, the wine was going to my head, and the bar was getting crowded. Also, my nice bartender Rob was being lost in the noise of his colleague who was busy schmoozing the patrons to attend his loft party "11,000 square feet, I used to own my own bar, blah blah"
I left the restaurant, decided a walk would help burn off the alcohol, and turned the corner. And was promptly lost. Two drunk dials later for directions, I found my way and made it to the WTC station...then realized I had left a bag with my new sandals on the stoop where I had drunk dialed. All the way back, bag still there *whew* and off I go again.
Made it home safe and sound.
Last night I decided to wander around Tribeca. I wanted to have supper at 'Ino but it looked too precious, so I went into Ditch Plains instead. Lovely. Sat at the bar, ordered a bottle of Alsace Reisling (Rob the bartender tells me the wine list is great because they don't do a big mark-up) and whip out the single diner's best friend, the crossword puzzle.
I started off with a cucumber, cherry tomato and white anchovie salad. Very delicious, and for me, very adventurous. The only downfall? Too many capers. Me no like capers.
Next on the slightly weird list was the chicken liver mousse covered with schmaltz. Schmaltz you say? Yes, schmaltz. And me, a gentile. Pretty darn good that schmaltz.
The last course of the night was the good 'ol shrimp cocktail. Who doesn't like shrimp? These ones were big and fat and juicy. The cocktail sauce was rich and spicy with cracked pepper and horseradish. Since it's so rare that I come across horseradish, I asked for a bit extra. In fact, it was then too much.
Although the menu tempted me with yellow cake and chocolate icing, the wine was going to my head, and the bar was getting crowded. Also, my nice bartender Rob was being lost in the noise of his colleague who was busy schmoozing the patrons to attend his loft party "11,000 square feet, I used to own my own bar, blah blah"
I left the restaurant, decided a walk would help burn off the alcohol, and turned the corner. And was promptly lost. Two drunk dials later for directions, I found my way and made it to the WTC station...then realized I had left a bag with my new sandals on the stoop where I had drunk dialed. All the way back, bag still there *whew* and off I go again.
Made it home safe and sound.
