One of my favorite parts of the day, hands down, is a cocktail hour, or perhaps better said, an apperitif hour…that time of day when enough has happened that it’s worth discussing, but there are still things to come, so worth more discussing. And somehow, after moving back to the US from Europe, one of our routines that quickly always seemed to fall off was the apperitif. I mean, it’s not like we did it everyday in Vienna or anything, but there seemed to be somehow more time in the day to catch up.
Last week, we had a dinner with friends to celebrate the pending arrival of babies, and visits of family, and purchases of homes, and upcoming moves (we fall in that last category, not in any of the previous, in case you were wondering!) at Le Diplomate. This brasserie just around the corner from our house seems to be causing small riots – it opened a month ago and despite the huge space, it seems to be jam packed every single night. Based on what I ate, I think the mushroom tart and steak tartare might have something to do with it.
But back to the original story…Since we arrived uncharacteristically early to dinner, the diplo-husband and I popped across the street to another new kid in the neighborhood, Etto. We sat down for a sparkling lambrusco appertif and did two things. We caught up…and we watched the people go by. The bar isn’t big, but the small counter at the window gives you a perfect perch to watch all of 14th Street go by. Better than TV, and definitely better than my inbox. We left saying we should take the time to do that more often, but with the move coming up and final projects at work, I know it’s not going to be as often as we like…That being said, the pizzas coming out of the oven at Etto smelled (and looked) absolutely amazing so I know we’ll at least be back to check out that. Cin cin!