M is in town

M lives in Boston but comes to New York a few times a year. I love when she visits.

Typically, before she comes we discuss what we're going to do. 

This involves:

• picking a restaurant for a nice dinner —  we let Sam (M's son) pick as he knows all the hot places.

• and, deciding which museums or exhibits we want to see. For this visit, we decide on going to the New York Public Library to see the original Winnie-the-Pooh and his friends (M's choice) and photos from the 60's and 70's (my choice). 

And then, like almost every visit, we end up NOT going to a museum or exhibit; but we do eat at a nice restaurant.

Our reservation is for 7:45 at Quality Italian. But it's a busy night, and we are seated a half hour later. 

But the staff, unlike most, is effusively apologetic. So much so, that they offer us a generous array of appetizers and a round of free drinks. 

While everything is excellent, the small, round garlic bread that comes in a little baking pot is incredible.

The food is grandly presented.  Wine is poured from an over-sized bottle.

Chicken parm comes in the form of a pizza.

And even the amazingly delicious Baci Tartufo dessert is unveiled.

And though the food is memorable, the company is more so.