Here is part deux in the tale of Sofie and Andrew’s day (and night) out on the town. We obviously lead very exciting lives.
The sour before the sweet; my doctor’s appointment, which was what landed us in the heart/center of the city in the first place. We got to the clinic forty minutes early and decided to hit the bakery next door, as the smell and look of Spring put us in a celebratory mood. And made us hungry.
Doctor’s appointment went fine; doctor was happy, so I was happy. I was then sent to the laboratory across town to have my blood sucked (have a blood test done), which I am so used to doing now that I did not mind. Except if it’s the finger needle; that shit hurts.
After this we were free to enjoy ourselves (and the beautiful weather). Life was good. We walked around for a couple of hours and the feeling of Spring made me feel like I never wanted to go home.
Andrew suggested that we go to Mama Rosa’s, and this time we actually ended up in the right place. Holy shit.
We finished our delicious dinner off with a delicious and a less than delicious dessert:
My dessert, which was just swell, served on a UFO-looking plate. Pretty sure Andrew was more than just a little bit jealous.
Andrew’s “cheesecake”, which we are both quite convinced was actually tiramisu. The waiter kept insisting otherwise (that conversation was pretty awkward), but you know what they say; if it looks, tastes, smells and has the same ingredients as tiramisu…
And that concludes the tale. Important lesson learned: If every fiber of your being thinks you are eating tiramisu, you are actually eating Italian cheesecake. Square Italian cheesecake.