Walking up to the Writing Room, stood the tall Italian I had been chatting with all week. He was friendly, sweet and hugged me right away. This was going to be a great night and a double date: the Writing Room was packed and he suggested we wait for them at Cafe d'Alsace... a nice French bar across the street. As we sat at the bar and drank wine, our nerves seemed to disappear. He was sweet, he was handsome and he was looking only at me. And our bartender was gorgeous, so I appreciated his genuine interest in me and sincerity for our time. He was first class in every sense of the word, and it made me want him more. He made me comfortable, he raised the temperature in the room, and he made me want to kiss him. But right now my sexy thoughts kept being interrupted: all I could think about was when are we going to eat. I did not eat all day, so I could fit into this tight pencil skirt. Maybe not my best idea, but I also thought maybe it won't be on too long. Anyway you look at it, drinking wine on an empty stomach was not a good idea. And I needed to make sure I had enough energy later that evening, you never know where it will end.
Finally our friends appeared, and we quickly moved onto Bill's Food and Drink. Here we went to listen to a couple they all know perform music and sing. We arrived too late for the show, but they all got to hang out for a little while. I took a moment and quickly went to the ladies room: where I noticed, they have a floor to ceiling mirror on the wall. It was huge! I was already anticipating a romantic evening, I really didn't need the encouragement from the enticing mirror. When I got back to the bar, I couldn't resist and told my date about it. I thought that and a gentle touch would spark romantic thoughts, ensuring a kiss soon? After we finished our drink, we all decided to finally get something to eat. Finally!
Since, it was one in the morning and Bill's was closed: Empanada Mama in Hell's Kitchen it was. My date was open to going somewhere else, but I knew Empanada Mama's was definitely open and I was definitely hungry. So there was only one option in my mind: Empanada Mama's.
We all hailed a cab and made it to Hell's Kitchen. We walked into Empanada Mama's and sat down. It was packed. The menu was extensive and had something that caught my eye right away. I shouted,
"Look, they have Viagra Empanadas. Did you see they have Viagra Empanadas? I can't believe they have Viagra Empanadas. Why do they have Viagra Empanadas?" Okay, so I was excited about the Viagra Empanada, and even the table next to me noticed. I was also sexually deprived from my last relationship. I needed food and I needed sex. I was doing everything in my power to make sure both happened.
But lets start with the food. The menu presented at least forty types of empanadas: all stuffed with wheat or corn based flour pockets, delivered in a basket. Each sat in a little white paper bag, like a special gift from the chef. I chose the Brasil wheat flour empanada: stuffed with ground beef, olives, sauteed onions and potatoes. Each bite was robust, authentic, and satisfying. The Cuban looked delish too: it is stuffed with pork, ham, mozarella cheese and a touch of Sofrito. I LOVE Sofrito Sauce. I cook with it all the time: it is better known as the red sauce, (not the green, as in verde). It wakes up any dish and I am assuming this empanada, and maybe yourself at two in the morning.
Somehow, the Viagra Empanada eluded our table. But with one glance at my date, I knew there was no need for Viagra. On the side, we all ordered plantain chips served with guacamole. The chips were amazing and the guacamole was freshly made. We also had Plantain and Yucca Fries. They went best with the chimichurri sauce. I prefer my yucca boiled. The Plantains were the better "fry", and fried to perfection. I could have eaten the whole basket by myself. But I was confined to my pencil skirt and could only consume so much. But I could still find space for an alcoholic beverage.
I selected White Sangria, which tasted like Del Monte Mixed Fruit syrup had been drizzled into it, but in a good way. The Sangria was light, potent and great. I sucked it down quick, as it was more fruit than anything else. Then everyone explained, the idea is too eat the fruit macerated in tequila, that's how you get intoxicated. So I nibbled on them, and was more intoxicated with thoughts of removing my dates clothes.
As our men talked man talk, my new gal pal and I started to shake our ta ta's to lady Gaga's "Do What You Want to My Body": trying to gain back their attention. Again, I was sending morse code: Shake, shake, shake..... SHAKE. SHAKE.SHAKE, (I want you..... look at me). Shake. Shake. Shake.... SHAKE SHAKE (You can take.... me home). But my gal pal and I just laughed, as our message was lost in translation.
While we waited for them to notice us, we glanced at the dessert menu. We decided to order the Elvis and Fig Cheese with Caramel. Finally when the waiter came over, we had their attention. Now her date wanted the Cheese and Caramel Empanada my date chose nothing. I am a fiend, when it comes to dessert. I would rather have dessert and wine, if that was all I could have. The wait was worth it. My gal pal and I shared. I was excited for the Fig, Cheese and Caramel: but I actually loved the Elvis best. It was filled with the cliche Peanut Butter and Bananas. But it was dam banana good. You can order a scoop of ice cream, choclate syrup or caramel with the dessert empanadas. But I was not about to go that far on my first date with the new Italian (wink).
While we were finishing our desserts, my date disappeared for a little bit outside. It didn't make sense til we said good night to our friends: they went home. We stood waiting for a cab, and I waited for his next move. I stood close as he signaled a cab, wondering if this was it. Would he ask me back, kiss me or just say goodbye. We leaned into each other, the nerves were back...but that was okay. I kind of liked it as he finally kissed me. And kissed me again, caressing my lower back. Then the cabbie shouts,
"Are you coming!" And I stood there wanting to go home with him, and not wanting to mess it up. I liked kissing him. I wanted it to last. Then he handed me some money for the cab ride home: that was why he disappeared earlier. He wanted me to get back quickly and safe, and asked me to text him when I got back. So I did. I had my bag ready for an overnight stay, but I had a feeling there would be more than one overnight stay in the future. And we would definitely be returning to Empanada Mama, as the food was delish and we had a great time.
I realized I needed more than sex, I needed a real man. I think I found a great spot to eat late in the evening and I found a great new Italian. I highly recommend Empanada Mama, but you can't have my new man ladies. He is all mine.