5th Avenue
Park Slope
I'm not sure that I would necessarily have ordered anything at all, but the blonde waitress was so friendly, and her tone so soothing, that I almost felt obligated to do it. Then I saw the plate of squid sail by, and suddenly, the mouthful of oyster crackers just weren't satisfying.
It was the texture of the squid. Maybe they'd never been frozen. Maybe they were undercooked. Maybe they had been tenderized.
It was also that it was the first time I'd had a cherry tomato in about 2 months. Delicious zing, acid kick, juicy pop pop. The pignoli-like pesto sauce was a bit odd, but it sure was delicious.
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