Dinner at Spacco Restaurant & Bar
My friends and I try to get together at the end of every week for a catch-up over good food and a couple of drinks. On Friday, the four of us met at Spacco Restaurant & Bar, a lively, sprawling spot offering up delicious Italian cuisine, multiple pool tables, and a bumping dance floor with a DJ on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. (We just came to eat, though, because we are 22 going on 85.)
I decided to dress fancy, for no particular reason other than I was in the mood to.
Monica and I met first, and chatted for a while over wine while we waited for Wendy to get off work and join us.
The restaurant is so much bigger than it at first appears. This is just one small section of it!
This marks the day we both learned that white zinfandel wine is, in fact, pink. Who knew? (Possibly everyone, but not us.)
We took the opportunity to thoroughly study the menu. I was really excited about having the fresh figs stuffed with gorgonzola and wrapped in prosciutto to start, but the waiter swiftly crushed my dreams by informing me that figs were off season, so that was a no-go.
Back to my glass of rosé, then.
Finally, Wendy arrived and we got to ordering.
She had the salad with buffalo mozzarella, vine ripe tomatoes, fresh basil, prosciutto, and olive oil.
Even though my dinner was fantastic, hers still gave me serious meal envy.
Just look at that scrumptious cheese!
I opted for the same dish I had when I took my dad there for his birthday a little while ago: the lobster pappardelle.
A fresh homemade pasta with lobster, roasted tomatoes, caramelized shallots, and sage butter.
Absolutely divine, and they weren’t skimpy with the lobster, either!
Monica went with the jumbo ravioli, with roasted eggplant, arugula, and roma tomatoes in a light cream sauce.
After dinner Daniel joined us for a few drinks and we stayed late into the night chatting about all manners of things; from the universe, fractals, and the nature of expertise; to a spirited debate about the way that books ought to be enjoyed.
In eight years of friendship, that debate was the nearest to a fight Monica and I have ever had. We just get very passionate about reading!
I nearly lost my voice from debating so fervidly and trying to be heard above the roaring music. By the end of the night, all I could do was croak.
Hope you’re all having a lovely weekend! Mine was a… unique one, but more on that later. xx