I spent most of the early part of the day being sick 'n' mizerable (URI). Also saved up my strength to meet shrinkyohead
in Manhattan. They were here with some friends who took my sister to see Madame Butterfly at NY Opera for her *mumblemumble*th birthday. (I missed the opera. I lack a proper appreciation for operatic singing, so all is well 8) We met at Lincoln Center and walked to Restaurant Row for dinner. She told me she cried quite a lot and preferred the performance of the serving-maid to that of the leading lady.
Meson Sevilla (Spanish with a smattering of Italian) came highly recommended, and Sis happily said it reminded her of their visit to Spain as five of us dived into a table-full of various tapas washed down with green (!) sangria ("in honor of St. Patrick's day", we were told 8/ It turned our mouths green). Some of them raved about the mussels, and we all loved the calamari (including my b-i-l, who usually doesn't eat seafood, and me--I had never, before tonight, eaten calamari that did NOT resemble pencil erasers 8). The crab-stuffed mushrooms were a little underdone for my taste, but otherwise delicious. The chorizo cooked with wine and onions tasted much better than the plain kind--it's a little dry. The spicy potatoes were tasty and garlicky. I can no longer remember the names of the delicious desserts we all shared.
This was my first experience with tapas, and I loved the concept of buying a dozen different plates to pass around family-style. Also, now I know of one kind of new restaurant to look for next time they all come to visit. They were REALLY pleased. My b-i-l was all but bouncing in his seat before we ordered, saying "Tapas!Tapas!Tapas!"
Must sleep now.