PASTA, PASTA

Last night TLW (The Little Woman) and I went out to celebrate our anniversary to a restaurant in Port Jefferson called Pasta, Pasta. We got more than dinner!

It started off rather nice, as we took a stroll through the historic streets of Port Jefferson, smelling the multitude of restaurant odors scintillating through the air, making our hunger pangs more than we could stand. Having an hour to kill we visited some shops, and browsed the corny knick-knacks offered, T-shirts and trinkets all displayed for the tourists that come from around the island.

At one point we decided to go into a side street and sit on a bench and people watch for a while. Suddenly TLW spotted someone we know, strolling arm and arm, or hand in hand with her escort, who happened to not be her husband! Looking straight ahead, she realized we saw her and pretended she didn’t see us. To avoid embarrassing her, we played the game too.

After our surmising as to what happened to her husband, we got up and walked to the restaurant and sat for a while with a glass of wine, and waited for our table. As we waited, the door opens and who walks in but the same someone we spotted and accompanied by her beau, hand and hand. Sitting across from us she tried to ignore us, and we pretended not to notice her. She had a reservation slightly ahead of ours, and when she had to pass us, couldn’t help but say: “Hello”, with a big old crimson grin.

The dinner was great, the appetizer interestingly creative, the main course large and delicious, and the dessert to die for, the entertainment, though not solicited, was amusing.