D's work schedule is crazy, so she wanted to meet at the ungodly hour of 5:30. I wanted to call every damn place on the list to try to make reservations, convinced that we'd never get a table. We were saved entirely by the fact that, against all odds, P actually has her shit together. She handled the reservations, and that Thursday found us supping at Notti Bianche (or as D called it, Naughty Bi-atch).
I had the bagna caoda, the organic baby lettuce salad, the apple and sausage stuffed porchetta, and we shared the three desserts. All were delicious but very rich. I feel like an old lady saying that ... like, as my palate matures so does my intestinal tract. Sorry - TMI? Anyway, the food is not the important part - we had lots of fun, chatting about all kinds of things that only an Indian Friend would understand. Our successful siblings, prideful papas, and marriage-minded moms all made for conversation more satisfying than even the torta di cioccolata.
So, thanks ladies! We will have to get together again soon :)
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Feeling left out because you don't have an Indian Friend? Don't despair! (Warning: NSFW)
2 comments:
Oh my gosh. I totally just busted out laughing. We should def do it again. (P). I think the best part was D's version of Notte Bianche. And the food was ohhh so yummy!
I'm glad you liked it (I assume you were laughing at my post, not just the video)! Thanks for the comment :)
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