Lavagna

Had a fantastical belated David birthday dinner last night at Lavagna courtesy of Henry & ESP. While walking around aimlessly trying to figure out where to go David considered Chinatown. I called Henry to get his opinion and he barked "Chinatown? COME ON! You have a Doctor and an Art Director taking you out and you want Chinatown!" He's right. So Lavagna it was. I'm almost afraid to tell people about it because I don't want it to be overrun with people. But it's so damn tasty I must share the secret. Go there. Get the appetizers. All of them. Get the amazingly tasty rigatoni with sausage in a light cream and tomato sauce. The flavors are intense. Heavenly. Get the fish or steak for an entree. Get the dessert. Everything was perfect. And perfectly accompanied by an amazing Malbec wine chosen by Eric. Hot damn I love that place.

Dinner was followed by the worst nights sleep ever. A slightly drunk nights sleep is never good. But even worse when you're awakened by your husband at 4am because his back hurts and needs a massage. Even worse when you don't have the AC in yet and it's so hot and humid and you sweat with the blankets on and freeze when they're off. Even worse when you open the window, fall back asleep, and then are awoken the moment the sun rises by screeching pigeons hovering over their new nest 5 feet from your window. Argh, need to redo the nights sleep in a luxury suite at the Mandarin Oriental. Oh well.