Friday, January 27, 2012

I Just Dropped In To See What Condition My Condition Was In

We took M to our favorite brick oven pizza restaurant, Savoia on Smith Street in Brooklyn. We wanted to check in on him, see if things were going well, if he needed any support and generally just to visit. Its always seemed a little arrogant to me to assume you could hold any answers to another man's life. I either cherish or resent any advice people give me. I think the main gift is just to let them know you want to help, that you care.

The night was chilly so being seated next to the warm brick oven felt special and inviting. I love a restaurant with dim lighting, candlelit tables like this one. This allows the romance with my food to fully bloom.

I screwed up and didn't get pics of the amazing appetizers. Firstly, mussels steamed in garlic sauce and a big basket of assorted breads with olive oil. Secondly, was the grass-fed beef carpaccio with arugula, shaved parmigiano and yellow roasted peppers. That was special.

The pizzas we'd split were the Quattro Stagioni; tomato sauce, mozzarella, artichokes, black olives, ham, mushrooms and the Frigitella; mozzarella, broccoli rabe, sausage, crushed chilli pepper and parmigiano. These were each so individually delicious.

For dessert we'd share a lemon custard tart and tiramisu which was not typical or ordinary at all. It was the kind you wanted to crawl in and eat your way out of.

The thing about M is that you may start out to check on him but he always somehow becomes the mirror facing back at you. You look and see that it isn't about figuring out the future or any silly particulars that we have little control of anyway. Just the fact that you are seeing a live friendly face staring back at you is proof enough that all is always as it should be. The important time is now.

Damn that food was good.

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