Went to an excellent Italian place*, had some beef medallions, then consumed an eclair half the size of my head. Which wasn’t actually the plan. You see, I know what eclairs are: they’re pastry tubes filled with sweet creamy filling and covered in chocolate, then kept in the fridge at about a degree above freezing before they’re put on your plates. This is a lot tastier than it looks, at least if you have NJ taste buds. Which I do, so we’re good, right?
Anyway, this thing was a dark chocolate and strawberry and whipped cream explosion that absolutely couldn’t be eaten with your hands. Heck, I could barely eat it with a fork. Tasty, though.
So: good birthday dinner.
Moe Lane
*So excellent that the local residents — I guess I’m kind of one, now — are careful about telling people the name, lest it get even harder to get a seat on a Wednesday night. But you’re all good folks, so: Pasta Plus. I know. The name is more misdirection.