So now we have another wine bar / bistro charcuterie plate under our belts, courtesy of Robust Bistro and Wine Bar.
This one had something called Carpaccio-offset-by, and this is important, quotation-marks.
This carpaccio was salt-cured beef that appeared to be cooked, because we were not going to put anything raw in our mouths before the opera, no thank you sir. It came with salami, cheddar, brie (I think?), grapes, almonds (peeled and UNPEELED, who knew such wonders existed, I did not), honey, transparently thin toasted french bread slices, and cranberries.
I also had shrimp and grits and key lime bread pudding, which was surprisingly light, as if they used jime juice in place of water to ferment the yeast or something. That’s a guess. Don’t try that at home.
We sat next to a pair of women, and the one closest to me was wearing pink linen and a sparkly necklace and her hair was up, and I thought, I’m looking for you at the opera. And indeed she was there.
Then I began scanning the theater for faces I recognized, and I saw my butt snuggle from Barber of Seville, the conductor of Barber of Seville, the man to whom I announced “Men are dogs” during La Boheme. And of course, a man in a salmon suit with a pretty blond girlfriend was in Salmon Pants’ seat. (He did have darker hair, but I suppose a man with such fashion sense as Salmon Pants can tint his hair.)
I suppose I’m looking for more community, now that I’m tiptoe-ing out again.