memoirs of a palate

MISHMASH






We got last night started with a couple pizzettas as an appetizer. We were just hanging out and didn't really feel like dinner, so we threw together a couple more as a snack to accompany our Sophia's. Meena picked up a couple of those clever little sparkling white cans from a giveaway table at work, so we decided to get them out of the way this Friday night.

We did three, but they were all more or less the same. I just varied the primary ingredient so each one had a single salty source.

So they all had:
- tomato sauce
- field greens
- garlic
- flour tortilla

I did one with bleu cheese, one with prosciutto (crispy and uncooked) and one with anchovies. The two without bleu cheese also got some parmesan.

Once we'd knocked back the staples and before we watched a couple movies, we called the best gyro spot in the East Village - Cinderella. See, when we lived in the West Village, we ate at this place called Hudson Falafel once a week. At least. And when we moved to the East Village, it was a major shock to the system when we couldn't find anything that held a candle to our beloved HF. So we ate a lot of bad gyros in search of this little gem oddly nestled right up against the Times Square of the East Village (St. Marks).

Mine had a little extra hot sauce, Meena's did not, decent gyro meat and tons of veggies ... Dinnner was great, Descent was a terrible film. Excellent evening!