Dinner Time

I love going out to dinner. Especially with my parent's and brother, because we usually find something to have a laugh about that would offend the hell out of any other patron of whichever establishment we are gracing with our (graceless) presence.

I wish I could write sentences like that more often, but anyways.

Last night we took my father out to dinner for Father's Day. The restaurant we chose was the Village Pizzeria in East Galway, NY. Website here. If you ever find yourself there, the Clams Casino pizza is really good, so is the Grilled Chicken Pesto.

We did insist that my father try calamari before we told him what it was. He liked it. Especially the pieces that look like mini-squids dipped in batter. So that was nowhere near as cruel as it sounded. Besides, if you haven't tried calamari, you really should. You might like it.

Just a note for all hostesses everywhere - when you see fat people coming, seat them at a table with big chairs. We were so lucky as to have a table with chairs with these little round seats. Cute, sure. Uncomfortable? You bet.

Actually, the first problem was trying to make it to our table. We were sitting in the back of the restaurant. To get there, we had to make our way between a large party sitting on one side, and a couple at a 2-seater table on the other. I knew by looking at the space between the tables that my butt was going to end up either in some one's face or some one's dinner, and either way, someone was going to be losing his or her appetite. So, to the unknown, yet traumatized person who had an up close and much too personal view of my backside, I'm sorry.