café 44

to be honest, i didn't love it.

café 44 was a bit of a disappointment in my book.

e and i split fries with pesto aioli. sizzling paella with shrimp, chorizo and chicken.

a glass of malbec. a glass of viognier.

homemade blueberry sorbet.

the waitress, endearing at first, stopped by our table no less than ten times within the span of two hours.

e and i had a nice evening catching up, even with all the interruptions. the paella was definitely not sizzling. the pesto aioli just made for flosswork. i caught our waitress standing just behind the kitchen doors for us to glance in her direction and answer her burning question of whether we were having dessert or not.

it reminds me of that yada yada seinfeld episode.

elaine: yeah, i met this lawyer, we went to dinner, i had the lobster bisque, we went back to my apartment, yada-yada-yada, i never heard from him again.

jerry: but you yada-yada-ed over the best part!

elaine: no, i mentioned the bisque.

[laugh track]

i mentioned the sorbet.