Last Night Made Girls Sleepy

The subtle scent of last evening dining still lingered as I brewed my morning teas. I think I woke Danielle up with the gentle wail of the kettle. Poor placement for a guest bedroom I suppose. She's back to bed, as are the other two girls still. I think I have some time to recap last evening...


Girl talk over sizzling turkey & spicy sausage


Yuula learns to make an authentic Italian gravy at a very young age


Laura, ignoring all predisposition, has a difficult time choosing the evenings liquid accompaniment


It was that good


Yuula will forever associate her Aunt Danielle with garlic breath

The evening ended with us flipping thru some stand-up from Gaffigan & Galikianakis on the Google TV (that's a lot of G's) and passing out at an all too early hour. Today the plan includes french toast, fabric & falafel. We're moving backwards thru the alphabet.

Dinner On Bleecker

After the rousing performance in midtown, there's nothing we wanted more than a delicious meal at one of the Village's fine and dimly lit restaurants. And that's what we got. Ciao Vineria Con Cucina was the chosen location. I don't think there was better choice for this night.



Our table was wobbly and smelled of oaky oils, but it only enhanced the experience. Our company was Greg to our left and Amon & Alan to our right. I sat at the head of the table where I could smell all the food passing by on its way to other patrons.




And tho Laura is not drinking any alcohol for the next few months, I couldn't help but mollycoddle a glass of chianti when Greg offered up the chance to celebrate this momentous occasion. The waiter poured a glass for Laura, so tonight I was the one who drank for two.




This was a nice place and while Amon & Greg caught up and spoke city speak Laura & I made mental notes of decor we liked.



Dinner came. Laura ordered the strozzapreti con gamberi, that's hand-rolled pasta with shrimp in a pesto cream sauce, and I had the bramzimo, a pan seared sea bass in a delicious mystery sauce served with yellow squash, spinach and roasted red peppers. Holy crap it was all so good. And the complimentary limoncello was the perfect chaser. A fine dine indeed.




The night came to an end all too soon, but everyone at the party had to be up early so... such is the life.



The long train & walk in the 12 degree weather back to Brooklyn past midnight confirmed our beliefs that Laura & I would not want to ever live in the city. We shuffled our feet past the Brooklyn Museum and managed to snap a shot to prove we survived.



So maybe that's our trip to the city for the year.