We
were led to the perfect table and settled in.
Amidst the great chaos of the past few days, in this strange, new chaos,
I felt I could finally breathe.
Our
server was awesome, (I wish I could remember her name.) She helped us to navigate the cocktail list
by suggesting one of their signature drinks,
Earl the Pearl - a very grown up iced tea.
Perfect. With each sip, I slipped
further into my reverie, so pleased that, for once, everything looked exactly
like it had in my head.
The
room was packed, the sounds of clinking cocktails were in the air, and at the
same time, it didn’t feel at all pretentious.
Tables of stylish girls on their Thursday night out made me miss my
ladies enormously. (I decided then and
there, that another trip was in order… and soon.)
It
was a tapas-like menu, small plates meant to be ordered and shared and
everything looked so fun we had a hard time deciding. We narrowed it down to the Thai Lobster Salad
(which I adored), the Chicken Fried Oysters (I could have eaten 10) and the
amazingly adorable Grilled Cheese, Smoked Bacon and Tomato Soup Dumplings...
yes, read that again, I had to... Grilled Cheese, Smoked Bacon and Tomato Soup
Dumplings.
What,
you might ask, are those? Exactly. I had
to find out. Well, they were about the cutest, tastiest little treats- served
in an amuse-bouche spoon, they were both cozy and classy, and I am still
thinking about them. To be honest, I don’t
even want to describe them to you... I want you to go to New York and order
them! (Let’s hope he doesn’t take them off the menu!)
We
quickly added the Chile Relleno Empanadas and General Tso’s Monkfish to our smorgasbord
of tapas, finished it all off with several more cocktails, mini, sparkly
cupcakes and the black-bottomed, butterscotch pot-de-crème with coconut Chantilly...
and it was almost over the top. No, let
me rephrase that- it was totally over the top.
Thanks
Chris Santos.
You
have exceeded my ‘great’ expectations. This
was the New York I had wanted.
There
was no sex in this city… just two tired friends, enjoying the little jewels
that were clearly made just for us.
It
really was a perfect end to a not-so-perfect day.
This,
as they say, was my New York minute.
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