The historian: Where do you want to go?
Me: I don't know--where do you want to go?
The historian: Vinto?
Me: (happy dance on the inside) YES.
Of late, I've begun to feel we need to expand our restaurant repertoire. Of late, we have settled into
- Our one Thai place (curry curry curry; papaya salad; sometimes noodles)
- Our one Vietnamese place (mostly always bun. sometimes salt-baked shrimp.)
- One of two possible Indian places (saag and sometimes coconut korma)
- One of three possible Mexican places (see below)
- Red Rock
of a chile relleno
with ancillary and occasional other places. But mostly the above, and the reason we keep going to these places is that we have things we like to eat there, and when we are tired, worn out, cranky, knowing you can go to your one Mexican place and have a chile relleno or a shrimp enchilada, without really thinking about it very hard, is comforting.
On the other hand, you can feel unimaginative when you're all, "We could go to Mexican Place 1...?" and you can see that your companion is going "chile relleno" and basically salivating, and you are doing the same, but thinking "shrimp enchilada." That's possibly just a little tragic.
I remember awhile ago, when I was going through a Kung Pao Shrimp phase. Oh how I loved that dish. As a friend once said, the power-weight ratio of Kung Pao Shrimp is pretty impressive--it's the peanuts, which make even the non-shrimp part of KPS feel rawther hefty. I ate KPS at pretty much every possible Chinese restaurant there was for several years and thought I would never, ever tire of it.
|I ate this dish three |
times a week for about
three years, no joke.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Is it, in effect, scientific research? To test variation in instances of KPS across geographical regions?
Or is it just that one cannot come up with something more imaginative to eat?
We drove past Vinto and it looked crowded. Crowded-ish. There were people standing at the end of the bar, signifying that there would be a wait or something equally as unacceptable when a reading needed to be celebrated. So we glided past and began frantically brainstorming:
The historian: We could go to the one Indian restaurant. Or the one Mexican restaurant.
Me: [in a silent, bewildered turmoil of emotions: but why is Vinto so crowded? It's 9 p.m., for heaven's sake!]
The historian: ...or we could go to Bambara?
Me: ...yes, we could--but why is Vinto so crowded? Let's drive past it again.
|tiramisu, but with|
two spoons. we're
dessert sharers like that.
Sometimes the same old place, with its beloved pizza and artichokes, is the best.