Birthday moaning (angst about getting older that spontaneously bursts from the oral cavity) can often be cured with a good meal. At least, it can in our house. That’s why I surprised James with an impromptu visit to Spago a few days before his official birthday.
As always, the bad mood sweetened up as soon as we sat down.
A gin and tonic (made with James’ new favorite gin, Hendricks) created a slight smile.
(The pineapple-ginger mojito I had made me forget I was wearing jeans at Spago. In an emergency, you sometimes come as you are. My top was acceptably dressy!)
The appearance of the wok-fried opakapaka made him just about delirious with joy.
(That fish was flaky, sweet, spicy. A must-order if it’s on the menu.)
We passed on dessert, but the waiter had ferreted out that it was James’ birthday. So we ended up with a cookie plate anyway. And even though we thought we were full … we ate several.
Delicious. Spago, as always, makes us happy. And in this case, took James from the depths of existential despair to the heights of soul satisfaction.