"I assume you have a life, but in case not, do you want to go to dinner tomorrow?" Ginger emails Vodka Thursday afternoon. Thankfully, Vodka has no such thing, so she instantaneously answers "Yes," and we decide to head to Aldea for Frank Bruni's chosen Best Thing I Ever Ate BIRD IS THE WORD dish, the arroz de pato.
|The Benefits of Having No Life|
|Or in Our Case - Fowl Moods. Heh Heh|
|An Image of Gluttony|
|And Never in Our Lives Have We Forgotten About Cheese|
And she instantly clamps her mouth shut.
|Bacon Bread? What Could Go Wrong?|
|Easy to Give Away Free Things When They're All Different Degrees of "Adequate"|
|Aldea Seems to Be Suffering from a Case of "Too Much Bread in the Kitchen"|
This statement is followed immediately, in unison, with:
Ginger: "Yes, it's delicious."
Vodka: "I hate nuts."
Truth be told, with tastes like these, it's amazing we've made it through this many dishes without a fistfight.
|With Tastes Like These, It's Also Amazing We're Friends In the First Place|
|With So Much Bread and Cheese to Be Had, Who Needs Jelly?|
|Though We Do Enjoy the Metal Straw That Accompanies Vodka's Choice|
It does not.
|To Sum Things Up in a Nutshell and All|
|Yellow Dollops of Sugary Not-Goodness|
|Perhaps Mustard Would Have Made a Better Yellow Condiment Choice|
You see, earlier in the evening, Vodka had spotted said chef, George Mendes, lingering near the bar.
"I think he was our waiter somewhere else," she whispers. "Oh no, wait - he was on Top Chef or something."
"I like that you assumed he was our waiter, like everyone is always here to serve us," Ginger smirks.
|This Is the Kind of Logic That Occurs When One's Bloodstream Is Filled with Tequila|
"What is he doing?! He should be somewhere making this dish better!" Ginger exclaims, and with that, we decide it is time to leave.
|After One Cocktail Each and Everything|
Aldea's Arroz de Pato: 3 stars