But over the years we've become more adventurous, and no longer limit ourselves by geography.
Tonight, seven of us meet downtown to celebrate Shari's birthday at Don Angie. It's a small, 55-seat, impossible-to-get-a-reservation-at restaurant. It's packed at 8:30 when we arrive. Music is playing and everyone seems to be at least two or three decades younger than we are.
It's hard to have a conversation, but the food and company more than make up for the volume of music. Shari has been here before and knows the menu. So we let her order, and she does an outstanding job — both in quality and quantity.
Our waiter knows the menu well, and is fluent in describing the nuances of each dish.
When I ask for him to take a group photo, he even has, what sounds like, a well-practiced answer. "At the end of the meal, I'll pull the table out and we'll take the photos." Photos. Plural. Almost sounds like we'll be having a small photo shoot. He's obviously done this before.
It's a great restaurant to go to with a group, as everything we eat is excellent. Shari orders stuffed garlic flatbread, chrysanthemum salad, veal tartare and tuna carpaccio, BBQ calamari, and some kind of pasta dish that Janice claims is "one of the best things I've ever eaten." It really is that good.
And the main courses are also outstanding: lasagna, some kind of fish dish, chicken scarpariello, broccoli, and an excellent lemon shell steak.
What initially seemed like a huge order, all gets consumed. Not one morsel of food is left.
We finish with a few desserts for the table.
We never do get that group photo, but the memories of the evening will long be remembered.
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