I was missing New York tonight a little bit, so I insisted we have dinner at the Orlando outpost of Il Mulino.
It's not like I ever get to eat at the original location on Third Street anyway, though a block away from work but too expensive and family-style for my normal personal budget. But I wanted some nice Italian wine and snacks, and since somebody else was buying, the deal was sealed.
It sure was satisfying too, trying every color of wine (Pinot Grigio, Montepulciano and a sparkling rose) and a variety of vegetables including Caesar salad, peas with pancetta, and broccoli rabe with sausage and cherry peppers. And rice balls. It was a beautiful thing.
What was even better was being taken out. I could get used to this pampering: the bellmen who scramble to help passersby, the Dutchman at check-in who declared us friends when he found out I was from Bavaria, the lifeguards watching my every move in the wave pool...
I guess going to the kids' conference turned out to be not so bad. Especially since I won an award today.