Yet another...
I've mentioned before that my husband hates to go out but I love it so I never force him to go anywhere and I try to go out when he's working and I do adore when he agrees to join me. Last weekend while my glam BF was away I planned to meet 2 friends (women actually) for drinks on Sunday afternoon. I was dumb and I didn't look it up in time and at 3 when we were supposed to meet at 4 was the first time I looked up the fact that PDT didn't open until 6. Oops. After much discussion, we decided upon Essex, a charming bar inside the Essex St Market. I wasn't really impressed with the market, it felt dingy and unclean. But the bar has an elegance to it that I liked. I had an espresso martini and I liked that you could taste the coffee in it. My friend had champagne and my other friend had a minty gingery muddled thing. We had a fabulous afternoon! They wanted to go for an early dinner to which I agreed immediately. Somehow Chinese (my favorite!) discussion led to a Chinese/Mexican plan- somehow I found myself in a charming tapas place, called the Ten Bells on the lower east side. We shared a patatas bravas, an artichoke gratin, goat in a tortilla with blood sausage and onions though that part I refused to eat along with octopus, and a few other pork things. My husband called to say he was on his way downtown, where did I want him to pick me up. I asked him to join us and as he so often does he said no. I just handed the phone to my friend who somehow talked him into joining us. We had a wonderful time and he added smoked duck slices to the mix of dishes and the restaurant's version of pigs in a blanket (handmade sausage wrapped in pastry with a sweet spicy mustard sauce baked inside). In fact we had such a fabulous time together that we decided on another date for the middle of November!!! We're thinking about Tribeca restaurants next and one day soon I have to ask him what she said to convince him to join us at all...
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