I offered to take him out to dinner at the Italian restaurant I'd told him so much about as a compromise. He's loves pasta almost as much as my sister does, so I knew he'd accept. Since they only serve dinner Thursday through Saturday though, I had to settle on reservations for Friday (yesterday) at 8pm. And a few days later, he told me it was bad luck to celebrate a birthday before the actual birthday, at least in Germany. "Fine," I replied, "it'll be an extremely belated 25th then." His follow-up: "it's about time."Olio Pane Vino. We ordered a bottle of fantastically crisp white wine and shared an appetizer of fresh mozzarella with grilled vegetables to start. Of the three pâtes du jour, we chose the linguine with garlic, oil, spicy red pepper for me and the penne with pesto for him. Afterwards, though we were comfortably satisfied, we decided to split a birthday dessert. Our tiramisu (apparently I can't get enough) was honestly only one degree less delicious than the one we'd enjoyed in Rome.
note the plage below) for a digestif.
The Long Hop.
P.S. The photo above was most definitely posed.