My love for crepe didn’t develop overnight. It was during those trips to France that got me hooked into them, both sweet and savory crepes. However, it’s always been a culinary challenge for me so much so that I refuse to make them at home. Call me insecure, and maybe I really am but I won’t go into a territory that can put me into the failing zone (lol).
Sometime in Spring this year, husband and I ran into Crepe Cafe in Manhattan and I just had to have crepe that day by hook or by crook (even if my belly was full).
The place is not that large but it is tastefully decorated. Service was good, our crepes were served in no time and although they were delicious, something was amiss. I guess, nothing compares to French-made crepes
We needed to grab a bite. Although we were really not that hungry because we had munched on a lot of stuff over the long drive, we figured it was best to serve our tummies what they deserve.
No place would have been more perfect than the Front Street Station Restaurant in the Village of Greenport on Long Island. As they claim to be, there’s nothing fancy, everything is just plain good which my husband and I can firmly attest to. We enjoyed our dining experience in this resto. The food was delicious, service was great and the waitstaff were so awesome.
Our summer has been really weird. It’s been so mild that a few days ago, I started craving for soup. Yes, soup in the middle of the summer! Just like these soup (chicken noodle soup and lentil soup) in the pics below.
I believe that when we dined out at this restaurant, it was in the middle of winter (the date says so, in fact it was Valentine’s day). Now, I can’t even recall why we dined out on a Thursday which means, my husband must have been off from work.
The eggplant parmigiana on a hero bread is always a must-eat for me at Pizza D’ Amore. The other plate was my husband’s but for some reason I can’t recall what was on it.
The fact that there are two chocoholics in the house, it is unheard of that I control the inventory of chocolates in the pantry. However, when buying chocolates for a cause comes into play, I go for it and the restriction is lifted.
The nearby church that we go to had a fundraising a few months ago, so we did what we could to support their initiative.
The candy bars were decent. Nothing fancy, but it satisfied the palate. All for a good cause, I was game for it.
I grew up in a musically inclined family where playing music and reading musical notes was the norm. My dad was a real big music enthusiast. During his heydays, I remember him wanting to upgrade our stereo system whenever a new brand and model came out in the market.
Fast forward to today, if he was still with us, I’m sure he’d go for the latest stereo system right here and right now. While he may have been shocked to see all the newfangled things and gadgets that sprout in the market every so often, I’m sure he would have been thrilled to try and experiment.
It’s so nice to remember all those good old days when our family was still complete. Our home was always filled with music and laughter. But such is life, the children leave home and we all go on to lead our own lives. I’m sure whenever we, the children get together once again, the air will be filled with the same music and harmony just like the ones we grew up listening to. The only question now is – when?
My husband and I loves to have leisurely dinners especially on weekends when our pace is more relaxed. Our itinerary is more often than not laid out and planned for properly but it was not the case a few weeks ago, wherein, instead of dining at a Thai restaurant in Queens, we found ourselves driving back home after accomplishing an errand. We had a change of heart and we’re just glad that it wasn’t like a critical decision such as consulting with lawyers in north carolina.
We seriously pay close attention to the ratings of restaurants within New York city and because our original choice was not rated A, we deemed fit that it was better for us to head back and the first restaurant in mind was one of our go-to restos : Papa Leone.
The Italian dishes in this resto never fail to satisfy our appetite. It makes it even better that most of the wait staff and the owner knows us already as a result of many years of being regular patrons. Great food, pleasant and friendly staff – what cna be better than that?
My husband and I finally reclaimed some sort of normalcy after a few months. And what better way to celebrate than treat ourselves to a nice Japanese fare.
I must admit that we both love Japanese food and when we dine out we stuff ourselves like there’s no tomorrow.
Come, let’s eat Japanese!