food: Facci, Decadent Desserts
The way the weather's going I doubt I'll be doing very much more dining out, but I did sneak one more in, in the form of Facci, a pleasant Italian in the vicinity of Fulton. I think I might have had lunch there once.
The goal was an outing with Ex and Wife, and they chose the location for intersection of our peculiar requirements with a solid enough awning to handle a promise of a rain. The terrace was well-ventilated but not exceedingly well-heated, which over the course of the evening became increasingly pertinent, but we were all dressed to expect it.
I had a seafood pasta in a creamy wine sauce. It had a few shrimps, a good number of scallops and a generous sprinkling of crab, and it was decadent - I'd easily come back for more. I was less impressed with Spouse's gorgonzola and pear sachetti with figs.... normally I'm a sucker for this dish, but it just did not feel like it was coming together.
Service was very well-meaning but a bit confused. Some slowness was expected, and we were largely there to enjoy each other's company, but occasionally when one was short a condiment for the thing in front of one, one might hope it would arrive soonish.
The menus were on paper. The wine list - in a traditional thick booklet - was not offered until I asked for it specifically. Halfway through the wine I discovered a chip in the glass; it - and the refill - were kindly taken off the menu.
Dessert menu took a while to arrive, including a longish interlude where the waitperson came in and asked if we decided what we wanted, to which I had to respond that we wanted the menu. We did not converge upon anything that encouraged us to stay longer, though, and instead decided to grab take-out from nearby Decadent Desserts in Fulton....
Which, to be honest, seemed a whole lot more decadent on the website. Maybe another day their cake selection might have been more exciting, but nothing seemed particularly interesting. They had cupcakes and cookies, neither of which I particularly like. Curiously - but not my thing - they had something like rice krispie treats, but made out of Count Chocula and its sibling berry cereals.
I ended up going for a square of what would have been a pecan pie had it been baked in a pie tin rather than on a sheet (which is superior as far as I'm concerned, because I don't like crust). It was alright.
In other news, I have been dancing with my partner a bit. We've not quite regained our peak condition, to be sure, but we think we might be getting worn out a hair less soon?
Plus I snuck a waltz in with
lonebear before his surgery, and that was nice.
On another dance front, NoLabels is in a play which features his character's nuptial first dance, and the director seems to not know enough about dancing to provide guidance.
Of course I am happy to provide a dancing crash course given the least excuse. Not knowing the degree to which the director was not waltz-clued, I assumed they'd be taught the modern box waltz, and started there. A few days later the proposed music became available, and it was a whole lot faster than modern can accommodate. Clearly, time to simplify from the pattern to walking to music while shifting weight on each beat. With smaller steps. Nope, smaller than that!
Then Unlabelable and his show bride decided to meet for a practice session in the vicinity of where I lived, so I offered my deck and dancing tips to the happy couple. They forwarded the director's next iteration of music - annotated "this might be simpler" and sped up to what I consider to be about the top of my peak-condition dance speed.
I facepalmed, simplified further to a step per bar rather than per beat, and concentrated on keeping them together and looking suitably cute for their scene.
And had an utter blast of it! For all that I'm rusty, I have clearly missed teaching dance as much as I've missed dancing it. Originally posted at https://leiacat.dreamwidth.org/352363.html. Please comment either there using OpenID or right here. I read both with the same distracted semi-frequency.
The goal was an outing with Ex and Wife, and they chose the location for intersection of our peculiar requirements with a solid enough awning to handle a promise of a rain. The terrace was well-ventilated but not exceedingly well-heated, which over the course of the evening became increasingly pertinent, but we were all dressed to expect it.
I had a seafood pasta in a creamy wine sauce. It had a few shrimps, a good number of scallops and a generous sprinkling of crab, and it was decadent - I'd easily come back for more. I was less impressed with Spouse's gorgonzola and pear sachetti with figs.... normally I'm a sucker for this dish, but it just did not feel like it was coming together.
Service was very well-meaning but a bit confused. Some slowness was expected, and we were largely there to enjoy each other's company, but occasionally when one was short a condiment for the thing in front of one, one might hope it would arrive soonish.
The menus were on paper. The wine list - in a traditional thick booklet - was not offered until I asked for it specifically. Halfway through the wine I discovered a chip in the glass; it - and the refill - were kindly taken off the menu.
Dessert menu took a while to arrive, including a longish interlude where the waitperson came in and asked if we decided what we wanted, to which I had to respond that we wanted the menu. We did not converge upon anything that encouraged us to stay longer, though, and instead decided to grab take-out from nearby Decadent Desserts in Fulton....
Which, to be honest, seemed a whole lot more decadent on the website. Maybe another day their cake selection might have been more exciting, but nothing seemed particularly interesting. They had cupcakes and cookies, neither of which I particularly like. Curiously - but not my thing - they had something like rice krispie treats, but made out of Count Chocula and its sibling berry cereals.
I ended up going for a square of what would have been a pecan pie had it been baked in a pie tin rather than on a sheet (which is superior as far as I'm concerned, because I don't like crust). It was alright.
In other news, I have been dancing with my partner a bit. We've not quite regained our peak condition, to be sure, but we think we might be getting worn out a hair less soon?
Plus I snuck a waltz in with
lonebear before his surgery, and that was nice.
On another dance front, NoLabels is in a play which features his character's nuptial first dance, and the director seems to not know enough about dancing to provide guidance.
Of course I am happy to provide a dancing crash course given the least excuse. Not knowing the degree to which the director was not waltz-clued, I assumed they'd be taught the modern box waltz, and started there. A few days later the proposed music became available, and it was a whole lot faster than modern can accommodate. Clearly, time to simplify from the pattern to walking to music while shifting weight on each beat. With smaller steps. Nope, smaller than that!
Then Unlabelable and his show bride decided to meet for a practice session in the vicinity of where I lived, so I offered my deck and dancing tips to the happy couple. They forwarded the director's next iteration of music - annotated "this might be simpler" and sped up to what I consider to be about the top of my peak-condition dance speed.
I facepalmed, simplified further to a step per bar rather than per beat, and concentrated on keeping them together and looking suitably cute for their scene.
And had an utter blast of it! For all that I'm rusty, I have clearly missed teaching dance as much as I've missed dancing it. Originally posted at https://leiacat.dreamwidth.org/352363.html. Please comment either there using OpenID or right here. I read both with the same distracted semi-frequency.