My seat at Ritual (blurry digi phone)
Some people drown themselves in alcohol or tubs of ice-cream, my panacea, has always been one of four things mainly:
a. anything carb-ish (carrot cake muffins ;)),
b. a trashy fifty cent novel
c. but lately time spent at a local coffee shop.
I’ve all but been at a whole two so far (being that this is my second day in town), and so far not so impressed with the coffee– At least not with the straight up regular old Joe. If I could take the Sunday morning casual of Café Ponte and add the banana bread from Ritual, I’d be one happy clam.
And speaking of clams ever had clams on pizza? Really CLAMS! : )
Coming from years of summers spent in Tokyo, I got used to eating things like corn, tuna, shiso and shimeji mushrooms on pizza. For dinner my first night in town off we went to Pizza Orgasmica where Doggy style ™ and and Latin Lovers ™ abound in the form of pizza of course. Our dinner that night, White wine cream sauce, clams, and bacon, Mr. T’s* concoction. Who knew something so simple could be so pleasurable.
Inside of Ritual