Crankybunny

What an odd evening.  David, Michelle, and I all trooped out for dinner this evening.  We all could have, of course, stayed home, but it’s Saturday night in NYC and at least we could say that we went out to dinner. 

Actually, this week has been pretty busy social-wise. 

Monday - Dinner at Tia Pol - wonderful tapas - with another ship jumper from Cheese World.  Like the poker song says, "Sometimes you gotta know when to fold ‘em"  It was time for her.  She’s young and should try other things before focusing.  We had potato and Serrano ham croquettes, octopus, fried garbanzo beans, marinated lamb skewers, lima bean puree with Beyos cheese on thickly sliced bread, and a few other things.  None of those wonderful fried peppers though.  Sangria and Cava to drink.

Tuesday - Well, actually nothing much.  Pizza - home made from frozen dough.  A little tooooo crispy.  I have to research that some more.

Wednesday - Writing class and an appointment.  Home at 8pm.  Class was OK.  I’m still not comfortable with commenting, but I like the set up–workshop like.  I would like to continue in her other writing group after the class disperses.  More time and more writing.  I really like the New School writing classes (and their food classes).  They have much better continuing ed teachers than NYU does.

Thursday - The Spotted Pig with Michelle.  My favorite, favorite restaurant right now ( and for at least the past year).  Had bass with mashed potatoes and parsley sauce.  A personal high for the evening was making green mashed potatoes.  Took me back to my childhood with the pink mashed potatoes at the babysitters house (ketchup and potatoes).  Everything was delicious as always.

Friday - Pre-birthday drinks at Fifty-seven Fifty-seven at the Four Seasons Hotel.  Not the real restaurant, but the hotel bar.  The cocktails are expensive, but they are essentially two drinks for one low price of $18+tip.  I only drink martinis, real martinis, here and only once a year at that.  I like to torture myself on my birthday and drink straight liquor for fun.  Define martini - cold liquor.  The one I’m prone to after a faulty try last year with the James Bond martini (which isn’t the real one as described in the books) and moved to something called The Cerulean.  A very pretty blue martini with a splash of lemon juice.  They got smart and started serving the citrusy martinis with dried cranberries instead of olives. 

Saturday - Spent much of today at the library.  Finally got my network cable to work.  Apparently, the Reading Room is only partially wired.  You have to go to a specific set of tables - this is mentioned on the website or on the printed material that you get telling you how to set up your network - to plug in.  I did, it worked, I was happy.  Came home and just didn’t want to eat leftover Mac & Cheese so David, Michelle and I oscillated between fish and chips at A Salt & Battery (no space and no place to wait) and The Corner Bistro.  Young yuppies and a long line, but the potential of beer while waiting.  We picked the Bistro and had a leisurely dinner once seated.

Now I’m going to go read my book.  Good Night.