Wild Mushroom Pita Tart w/ Fresh Mozzarella, arugula, truffle drizzle and shaved parmigiano
Prosciutto Di Parma w/ Manchego cheese, mission figs & organic butter
Atlantic Smoked Salmon w/ Non - fat cream cheese, red cabbage, olives, chive & tarragon
Italian Fruta Mista w/ Fresh mozzarella, organic mesclun, strawberries, sweet mango and balsamic vinaigrette
Twenty-Layer Crêpes Cake Brûlée with Chantilly Cream
Served with a Hazelnut Truffle by Jacques Torres
Peppermint Chocolate Martini
Raspberry Chocolate Martini
As I'm sure you've gathered by now, our meal was exceptionally delicious. While I relished every bite of my food, I couldn't take my eyes off of my date. He was all that mattered in that moment.
After two hours of shows and two hours of eating, this night was competing for most time spent on a second date. But he wasn't ready to give me up and let me get on a train home that easily. So as we walked back towards Penn, he suggested grabbing just one more drink at a quiet bar along the way. Equally hesitant to let the evening end, I agreed and we slipped into this dark, mahogany wine cellar on 7th. The music was not too loud and the bartender was not too attentive, aspects I truly appreciated when all I wanted was to get lost in my partner. We sat on bar stools with our knees touching and every so often, he'd rest a hand on my thigh which sent shivers straight through me. He ordered a tall, pale beer and I ordered a French Kiss Martini. He smiled when I told him what I wanted and asked if I liked a good French kiss. I almost fell off my chair. This volunteer firefighter / EMT / Eagle Scout had the sweet, subtle, sexiness about him that I craved. He wasn't overt in his seduction. It was always understated and perfectly played. I needed more!
I paid for the drinks (he picked up the tab for dinner after all) and he offered to leave the tip, which I refused. He'd been so considerate, kind and generous that I was starting to feel unworthy of how much he wanted to take care of me. All I could think about was how long it had been since a man had been honestly, genuinely and truly nice to me. Far, far too long. I was so reluctant to let anyone be this good to me because I was certain it would lead to only one thing in the end: absolute heartbreak. But Michael wasn't interested in breaking my heart. He just liked spending time with me, taking me out, treating me well, laughing at my stories, sharing bits and pieces of his history with me and slowly lingering over good night kisses at the train station. Yes, it's true. I am the luckiest girl in the world.
Copyright Kimberly Spice 2010