Remembrance of things Pabst

So we went to the trade show at FIT (Fashion Institute of Technology) last week to source out some new factories and trim and fabricators. We went to the FIT museums which had a bunch of classic dresses from all the great designers.

Since we found ourselves in the city in the middle of the week we decided to have "date night." We like to take a night for just of two of us to go out and hang out like we were dating. It keeps things fresh so to speak.

We wanted to go to this restaurant we went about a year ago but I couldn't remember the name. Lisa had her I-pad so we tried to look it up. We were in Madison Square Park and we saw they had all these booths set up. It seemed they were doing a charity event where all of these restaurants had set up booths for sampling. But you had to pay $175 per person! Holy shit Batman! Duck!

I mean they had duck but who wants to pay that much for little sample plates.

We sat in the park and tried to figure out the name of the place. I thought it was something like "Possibilities" or "Shenanigans" or some shit like that. In the end we found this restaurant that we were originally going to go to last year when we found this joint. We decided to just meander around and if we didn't find it we would go to this Italian joint on 17th St. Sure enough as we walked up 17th we found it. It was called "Incognito."

Now the last time we were there the guy up-sold us but it was a great meal. We got there at five o'clock which for us is unheard of. We normally go to eat around ten at night. So we decided to start with a cocktail before dinner. Something we almost never do. The wife had a incognito Cosmo and I had a "Cuban Collins" which was just a rum drink in lemonade. We ordered a couple of great appetizers.  One was figs wrapped in prosciutto with some Gorgonzola cheese. The other was a couple of veal meatballs. I got a very nice bottle of Tuscan wine to go with the meal. I had the special which was goat cheese ravioli in a tomato based sauce which had a heavy dollop of balsamic vinegar. It made the sauce both piquant and blood red. Really tasty. The wife had taglatini in a wild mushroom, butter and sage sauce. Really nice.  And two great deserts. A triple order of ice cream (cappuccino, vanilla and fig) and a chocolate mousse.  With a couple glasses of Muscato and Italian dessert wine.

Since we were the first ones in the joint we were there as the place filled up. They seemed to have a big reservation of about thirty people. What was weird was that it was about twenty six woman and four guys.  They had a table of eight set up right across from us. They were a bunch of typical New Yorkers. Or what the rest of you guys think of as New Yorkers. ( You know what I mean Amy) And something kind of funny happened.

You see we had a long conversation with the Maitre d' guy the first time we came. He and the bald headed dude in the photo who is the chef are the partners in the restaurant.  He up-sold last year because the joint had only been open a  month or so. But that was cool. Lisa wanted to see if he remember us. I told her to fuggedabout it since we hadn't been there for a year and he meet so many people there is no way he remember us.  Anyhoo they call him to the table next to us with the eight people. It seems they wanted eight separate checks. The waitress was losing her shit. So the Maitre d' guy figures it out. As he turns to leave I call him over. He goes "Yes sir is everything satisfactory?"  I go "Yes everything was great. Just one thing. My wife and I would like separate checks." He starts laughing and goes "Don't I know you guys." And we explained and did sort of remember us because we had talked about the show and stuff. It was pretty funny.

But I still had to pay the whole check.