I started this post with my own story of where I was on the morning of September 11, 2001 and then quickly deleted it. My Facebook and Twitter feeds are filled with these stories. I appreciate the comfort it brings to read and write these brief snapshots of the most memorable day of the 21st Century. For me, though, it’s more important that we make our stories, our gratitude for those who paid the ultimate price and those who continue to defend our freedom, a part of our personal connections and conversations. Dialogue and human connection are the most important part of the healing process… and we are all still healing. No matter who you are or where you were that day, no American is the same.
My life looks very, very different than it did ten years ago. Aside from my family, the people who are most present in my life are not the same as they were back then. Everything has changed, but just watching the media coverage today, it’s amazing how easy it is to be transported right back to that day.
Lately, B and I have been spending time with new friends. It’s not altogether surprising. Most of the friends we had when we first moved to Seattle have since moved away… and we’ve met some really nice people lately. Last night, we had dinner at La Spiga with two of those new friends, KL and GD.
I liked KL right away. In a very un-Seattle fashion, after we’d only met once a couple months before, she sent me a message to see if I wanted to get together for some wine. It wasn’t one of those “let’s get together” when you know you never will. We picked a day, time and place and had a great time. It’s nice to meet people who are just really interesting and easy to be around at the same time.
B and I first visited La Spiga back in February and were totally impressed. Since then I’ve made one other visit for a work dinner, but it had been awhile. We were hoping to visit Tavern Law last night, still waiting for our illusive first visit to Needle & Thread, but since we didn’t come up with the idea until late Friday night, it wasn’t meant to be. La Spiga wasn’t a disappointing back-up plan.
When eating in an Italian restaurant, it’s helpful to bring an Italian friend. Seriously. It helps to demystify the menu, make you laugh at your own horrible pronunciations and allows you to feel totally validated when you think the food is awesome and they agree. Of course, ideally you would do what we did and bring along an Italian friend who would be equally good company over sushi or tacos. The same, of course, could be said for taking a Greek person to a Greek restaurant or say, taking me to a New Mexican restaurant. It helps to travel with those who know. KL’s boyfriend, GD, moved to Seattle several months ago from Italy. He ended up being our guide through the menu and the wine list for the evening.
GD’s face totally lit up at the sight of the Gnocco Fritto (Fried Emilian flat bread with prosciutto, Robiola fresca cheese, arugula and sottoaceti) on the menu. B and I chose the Fritto Misto di Pesce to share (Fried calamari, shrimp and bay scallops* with salsa verde dipping sauce).
served with fennel alla Parmigiana). I chose the Tagliatelle al Burro di Tartufo (Tagliatelle noodles with white Alba Truffle butter). Though I didn’t take a photo of KL or GD’s meal, she opted for the Lasagne Verdi (six layers of green lasagna noodles filled with ragu, béchamel and Parmigiano Reggiano) and GD chose Tortelli alle Erbe (spinach filled tortelli, fresh sage, butter and Parmigiano).