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By Moriah on April 6th, 2009
I’ve been sitting here, facing a blank screen, wondering what to say and where to start. Last week was rough, as I knew it would be. Andy worked all day every day, and the restaurant opened by invitation on Thursday. It was incredible. Very, very impressive. My friend Jenny was there and the two of us snagged a little corner table and sat there most of the night, happy as clams.
The food? Divine. Fresh Italian – housemade pastas, salads, antipasti, pizzas…gelato. The signature is the hand-built brick oven at the end of the (exposed) kitchen. Andy said the pizzas cook in something like two minutes. They’re not American-style pizzas, and every one I tried was mouth-watering.
Jenny and I could not believe we were in our small city. Surely we were in NYC. It is top-notch. (I wish I could post pictures and be more specific, but I’m a stickler for internet security and I just can’t do that.)
I got to go back Saturday night, and sat with Nicky & Co. This was another mock-opening but with far less guests, and we ordered off the menu. Another amazing culinary experience. I had to duck out early so I could get to a ladies night in with several women from our church. I probably stayed at the restaurant too long, because I missed the rip-roaring game of guessing random facts about each other (the hostesses had us answer a questionnaire beforehand).
(They all guessed me for having a tattoo. So, just to set the record straight, no, I do not have a tattoo. In case you ever wondered.)
The day, fun as it was, had a huge cloud over it as we suffered a family heartbreak. Pray for my dad’s family. I wish I could be more specific, but it’s not my story to tell.
As I was driving home, I stopped into the grocery store to buy a little bottle of nail polish remover. Whenever my sisters come to babysit, they always paint my girls nails. It’s their thing. Super cute. Anyway, since they’ve been over several times this week, the nail polish has been in frequent use, and Adelaide either wiped her wet nails across her forehead, or she got the cap off herself. For about three days, she sported some reddish-pink streaks on her forehead. I thought it best to remove them before church.
(There’s still a puddle on the floor from a related incident. Anyone know how to get nail polish off wood floors? I don’t want to take off the sealant.)
There was no polish remover to be had at that grocery store, which I thought very odd because they do sell the polish. Since I was already there, however, I thought I might as well pick up food to make Sunday Dinner, since I’ve been woefully lacking in that department lately.
It was so nice to walk up to the house after church yesterday and, even before I turned the key, be greeted by the wonderful smell of food ready to eat. My sisters came over for lunch; it was the least I could do for them after caring for my kids twice this week.
The restaurant opens to the public tonight, so I’m bracing for another crazy couple of days. If you’re local, we’d love to get together for a playdate.
You know, to break up the monotony.
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Can NOT wait to come and try the restaurant! Our Sunday lunches have been pretty sad lately too. Might have been an all time low yesterday…..sandwich meat, just sandwich meat. No bread or cheese for sandwiches. LOL
I so need to hear how to get the nail polish off of wood floors. My daughter (while I was at Blissdom) was allowed to paint her own nails (fun Daddy!) while sitting on the wood floor and now my living room floor boasts two very bright red streaks.
I wish I was local because this restaurant sounds right up my alley!
I cannot stop thinking and praying for your entire extended family, since learning of the news Saturday.
Hey Moriah,
Sounds like an unusually rough week…we’ll be praying. Wish we were close to spend the evenings together…we could do joint dinners for the kids. :)
We’d love to get together for a play date this week. We could do it Wednesday or Friday.