It was an Italian restaurant, cleverly disguising itself as a bakery, with small tables in a series of rooms entered in from off the main street that I found myself and a friend in today. The workday was over, but the city was still humming. Seated in the back, beyond all of the rooms, under a blue sky, I could have forgotten I was in Toronto. The car noise was far away, as if not to exist, and the space concealed things well. Eating gnocchi, despite my no carb pledge, discussing life with a friend was Today’s Perfect Moment.
How I found myself there, eating gnocchi is in itself another story. It is best summarized by movie plans falling through, chicken wing eatery being full, and the inviting allure of the bakery that turned out to be a restaurant. The funny thing is, is I was really out of my element. I am much more comfortable in a Japanese restaurant than an Italian one. In times past, one look at the menu and I would have bolted for the front door. Instead, feeling very comfortable with my friend, I decided to let it play out.
When it came to food choices, I narrowed it down to two. Gnocchi was the more adventurous of the alternatives, and I went for it. In times past, the restaurant alone would have offered enough variety that I would have chosen the easier path with my food. On this evening, the safe side, held no allure. I do not regret my choice, for it tasted quite delicious.
Sadly, the evening was too short, but fleeting experiences are always stronger.