by Waldorfia Tomosky
Friday Night (Continued)
My escort then asked if I had ever blogged anyone before. I made it clear that I had not. I was starting to wonder where this conversation was heading.
The situation was defused when the waiter showed up at a most opportune time.
‘Açorda de marisco’ was served. It was as delicious as my escort had promised. It was loaded with flavor yet not to heavy or spicy.
Our conversation was limited to commenting on the soup. My bowl was empty and I hoped that he had not noticed my scraping at the bottom to get the last delicious drops.
We had just set our spoons down and utilized our napkins when the waiter appeared with a substantial glass of red dinner wine. It was heavy but not sweet or dry. I had never tasted a wine that seemed more like a heavy glass of water.
I may have been a little over enthused with it because the glass was close to empty before the ‘bife a portuguesa’ arrived. The waiter asked if we needed anything else. I responded “No.”
I did not hear my escort respond to the waiter’s question.
I must have missed a little body language because the waiter immediately returned to refill our wine glasses.
Once again we limited our conversation to the food at hand. Once again it was absolutely delicious. I have to admit that the egg on top of the thinly sliced beef appeared a little strange; however, it was delicious.
The meal was topped off with a nice serving of ‘Flan de Calabaza.’ It looked and tasted delicious but was an absolute mystery to me. My escort explained that it was a type of pumpkin or squash custard; he wasn’t sure of the exact translation.
The conversation took a turn towards business when he asked me “What do you have scheduled for the weekend? We will not get together again until Monday morning.”
I told him I had been looking forward to a drive out to Cape Cod on Sunday.
And a walking tour of the Old South Meeting House area was planned for Saturday.