So. Back to last night. I decided to take myself on a date to L’Enoteca, an Italian restaurant down the street. I tried my best to get dolled up after being in the sun and wind all day. Of course, a new dress never hurts. I got this at Ann Taylor loft–it doesn’t wrinkle one bit!
Dinner was really excellent. I had a patient waiter who thankfully spoke English.
Started with prosecco, of course. Then this salad of stemmy greens and warm poached languostines and violet artichokes.
Dessert? FROMAGE. That’s cheese in French. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. It was all I could do to not moan while eating.