Friday, February 11, 2011

Day 3 in AZ

I just got a flyer for a "Valentine Date Night" taking place this Monday.

At Chick-fil-A.

But it's not just an ORDINARY night at Chick-fil-A. Oh, no, not but at ALL. The subhead of this wondrous date night is "Special Candlelight Dinner." Because nothing quite says romance like an evening of waffle fries and Chick-fil-A sauce.


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My sister would be the first to admit that she is not always terribly coordinated, and probably more than a little bit accident prone. It's good to be reminded of that fact, as I was on my first evening in Arizona. First, she burned her hand not once but TWICE on the pan that she cooked our (DELICIOUS) stuffed pork chops in. It's a good thing there was a doctor nearby.

THEN we were all watching "Friday Night Lights" later that evening. Ginger popped up to run change the thermostat, and just as she rounded the corner... WHAM. I look up and she's on the floor, laughing, having just wiped out on the tile. I start laughing too, of course (Umm, hi. I'm a Morby) and David, who couldn't see her from where he was sitting, asked in the most resigned-sounding fashion, "Did she just fall?"

Yes, David. Yes she did.

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Last night we got to go enjoy some Cuban food at Havanah Cafe with the Amaros, and it was a blast! Like I told Ginger, I don't know what I ate, but it was good! Our conversation about the food was particularly entertaining, as D, G, and I split a few sampler plates with quite a variety of food. "Did you try one of the round squishy things?" "Yeah, those were good! My favorite are the breaded beef and... something... things." "Yep. Almost as tasty as the banana-y stuff on the end there. Did you dip it in the sauce?"

The Amaro kids, Violet and Daniel, were also quite the source of entertainment, both trying their hardest to make us want to take them home with us, because OHMYGOSHSOCUTESOCUTE. Daniel, almost 4 and going by the name "Astroboy" for the evening, at one point excused himself from the table. "Mommy," he said seriously as he stood up, "I'm going potty with Daddy. Please keep my food safe."

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I've been hearing about the heaven-sent food at Pizzeria Bianco for years, but never had an opportunity to try it out. Well tomorrow night. Is the night.

The plan is for us to get in line at about 4:00 in the afternoon to get a table for dinner. Yes, it is that hard to get into, that packed, and that WORTH IT! As Wikipedia says, "Pizzeria Bianco has been rated as the best pizza in the US by Bon App├ętit, the New York Times, Vogue, and Rachel Ray, and has also been recognized by Martha Stewart, Oprah, GQ, Gourmet and was named to GAYOT.com's list of the Top 10 Pizza Restaurants in the U.S."

I'll try to save you a piece.

Ladies.

1 comment:

~lady j said...

you met Violet?!? I'm so jealous!!! :)

Glad you're having fun roommate!