and dry’ she added.
‘Certainly Signora’ said the waiter, ‘we have a very nice Malvasia. I think you will enjoy it, and, if not, I will drink it for you.’ he joked. He winked at Liz while he collected their menus, smiling as he left their table.
‘He’s cute’ said Kat; ‘I think he likes you Liz’ she teased.
‘Oh please,’ said Liz, ‘he is just a boy and he probably wants a good tip.’ She laughed nonetheless, obviously pleased with the attention. The waiter returned shortly with the wine, and, after pouring a small amount into Liz’s glass for her taste, waited for her nod of approval before pouring a glass for each of them. He soon came back with their first course, which was a shared platter of Spaghetti alle Vongele. It was Cassie’s favorite pasta dish and she helped herself to a large portion. The tiny clams and their garlic and oil sauce with a hint of chili, had been tossed through the hot spaghetti.
‘These clams are so sweet and there is just the right amount of chili,’ she said.
‘It’s divine,’ said Liz. ‘The one I make at home is pretty good too, but these clams are much sweeter than ours.’
Kat had taken a smaller portion and now sat back, sipping her wine as the other two finished theirs.
‘I’m full,’ said Cassie, ‘I think my eyes are bigger than my stomach. I don’t know how I am going to fit in the next course.’
‘Me to, but I am going to.’ said Liz, wiping up the rest of her sauce with a chunk of bread. ‘Mm, that was so good.’
Fortunately, their next course contained no carbohydrates, only protein. Cassie and Kat had both ordered Pesce di Spada, swordfish, and it was served by itself apart from a small garnish of parsley and orange. Liz’s grilled squid took up most of the plate and was similarly solo. The waiter placed a bowl of salad in the middle of the table and wished them Bon appetito before racing back inside, no doubt to take more food and drink orders in the now full restaurant.
‘You know this is really the way to eat,’ said Cassie. ‘Carbs first, then protein and greens. Her fish was cooked to perfection and she savored every bite.
‘I know, I agree,’ said Liz, ‘but who gets time to make a couple of courses for dinner every night? Great for a dinner party though,’ she added.
‘Yes, and I only have those on a weekend’ said Kat. ‘If I am going to get creative in the kitchen, I’ve got a small window of opportunity. Still, that’s what holidays and eating out are all about. Someone else does all the hard work and we just get to enjoy it.’
‘Amen to that’ said Liz.
The waiter cleared away their plates and they relaxed, sated and happy, sipping their wine and chatting.
‘What about dessert’ said Liz? ‘We have to try something. I saw something that looked like a tiramisu going to that table over there’ she indicated with her hand.
‘Espresso for me’ said Cassie ‘but why don’t we ask for three spoons and share yours.’
‘I’ll have an espresso too’ said Kat.
The tiramisu was soft and creamy, the delicate coffee and chocolate flavors bringing forth lots of ‘oohs’ and ‘ah’s’ from the girls.
‘Okay, we are going to have to dance this off,’ said Kat. ‘I picked up a flyer for a new club in the old part of town. What do you say we finish up here and wander down and take a look?’ She saw the looks on the others faces and said ‘Oh come on, we don’t have stay long, it’ll be fun, where’s your sense of adventure?’
‘Kat, your ‘adventures’ have a habit of back firing. Remember the bar you dragged me into after Liz’s wedding? It was a biker bar and we got hit on by about twenty ancient Hell’s Angels and had to make a run for it.’
Liz laughed and said, ‘That’s nothing. Once in London we ended up at a Transvestites nightclub in Tottenham at 3am in the morning. One of the ‘ladies’ borrowed my heels and that was the last I saw of them. We were delivered home in the
‘Certainly Signora’ said the waiter, ‘we have a very nice Malvasia. I think you will enjoy it, and, if not, I will drink it for you.’ he joked. He winked at Liz while he collected their menus, smiling as he left their table.
‘He’s cute’ said Kat; ‘I think he likes you Liz’ she teased.
‘Oh please,’ said Liz, ‘he is just a boy and he probably wants a good tip.’ She laughed nonetheless, obviously pleased with the attention. The waiter returned shortly with the wine, and, after pouring a small amount into Liz’s glass for her taste, waited for her nod of approval before pouring a glass for each of them. He soon came back with their first course, which was a shared platter of Spaghetti alle Vongele. It was Cassie’s favorite pasta dish and she helped herself to a large portion. The tiny clams and their garlic and oil sauce with a hint of chili, had been tossed through the hot spaghetti.
‘These clams are so sweet and there is just the right amount of chili,’ she said.
‘It’s divine,’ said Liz. ‘The one I make at home is pretty good too, but these clams are much sweeter than ours.’
Kat had taken a smaller portion and now sat back, sipping her wine as the other two finished theirs.
‘I’m full,’ said Cassie, ‘I think my eyes are bigger than my stomach. I don’t know how I am going to fit in the next course.’
‘Me to, but I am going to.’ said Liz, wiping up the rest of her sauce with a chunk of bread. ‘Mm, that was so good.’
Fortunately, their next course contained no carbohydrates, only protein. Cassie and Kat had both ordered Pesce di Spada, swordfish, and it was served by itself apart from a small garnish of parsley and orange. Liz’s grilled squid took up most of the plate and was similarly solo. The waiter placed a bowl of salad in the middle of the table and wished them Bon appetito before racing back inside, no doubt to take more food and drink orders in the now full restaurant.
‘You know this is really the way to eat,’ said Cassie. ‘Carbs first, then protein and greens. Her fish was cooked to perfection and she savored every bite.
‘I know, I agree,’ said Liz, ‘but who gets time to make a couple of courses for dinner every night? Great for a dinner party though,’ she added.
‘Yes, and I only have those on a weekend’ said Kat. ‘If I am going to get creative in the kitchen, I’ve got a small window of opportunity. Still, that’s what holidays and eating out are all about. Someone else does all the hard work and we just get to enjoy it.’
‘Amen to that’ said Liz.
The waiter cleared away their plates and they relaxed, sated and happy, sipping their wine and chatting.
‘What about dessert’ said Liz? ‘We have to try something. I saw something that looked like a tiramisu going to that table over there’ she indicated with her hand.
‘Espresso for me’ said Cassie ‘but why don’t we ask for three spoons and share yours.’
‘I’ll have an espresso too’ said Kat.
The tiramisu was soft and creamy, the delicate coffee and chocolate flavors bringing forth lots of ‘oohs’ and ‘ah’s’ from the girls.
‘Okay, we are going to have to dance this off,’ said Kat. ‘I picked up a flyer for a new club in the old part of town. What do you say we finish up here and wander down and take a look?’ She saw the looks on the others faces and said ‘Oh come on, we don’t have stay long, it’ll be fun, where’s your sense of adventure?’
‘Kat, your ‘adventures’ have a habit of back firing. Remember the bar you dragged me into after Liz’s wedding? It was a biker bar and we got hit on by about twenty ancient Hell’s Angels and had to make a run for it.’
Liz laughed and said, ‘That’s nothing. Once in London we ended up at a Transvestites nightclub in Tottenham at 3am in the morning. One of the ‘ladies’ borrowed my heels and that was the last I saw of them. We were delivered home in the
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