Brutta Nottata

When one dreams of an Italian vacation, one typically conjures the romantic image of a table lit by a candle housed in an old wine bottle; the table is set with silver cutlery cradled in a burgundy napkin; a waiter sets down a sumptuous plate of orecchiette ai cime di rapa and you, in true…… Continue reading Brutta Nottata

Date Dissonance

“Please order everything for me…I have no idea what half of these things are” I told Tim, holding the menu in confusion. “Okay, okay. Don’t you worry. I will order,” he said with a toothy smile. It happened. Tim had persisted through my constant, wishy-washy, yes-no-maybe answers. It was hard for me to even believe…… Continue reading Date Dissonance