The other night JD and I and our friend Dee went to dinner at an Italian tapas restaurant called Gottino in the village. They had an adorable back garden area and despite the heat we chose to sit out there. Within a couple of minutes I mentioned to JD that I thought I was getting bit by something. He insisted that there are no mosquitos in Manhattan. EIGHT bites later we saw a squirrel climb up the tree in the next yard. Clearly this garden was located in the twilight zone. Squirrels and mosquitos
don't exist are very rare in Manhattan, I've only seen a squirrel outside of the park once before, but they do in fact exist. And if they are blood sucking insects, they will find me. I was the only one who got bit at dinner and sadly, those bites have turned into huge, itchy red spots that I have been trying my best not to scratch. Mosquitos are my least favorite part of warm weather by far and up until the other night I had been lucky enough to avoid getting bit. As I told JD last night, I will now be deciding whether or not we sit indoors or outdoors or in any gardens after sundown as he is often spared and I am left with itchy red welts. That's fair, right?
The food at Gottino was so good. Dee has excellent taste and when it comes to restaurants recommendations I always trust her opinion. I don't know how she does it, but she always manages to find the best places. If you decide to stop by, try the fig crostini, it's tastes more like a dessert than an appetizer. And the prosciutto crepes, and salmon, and rabbit pot pie. Oh my goodness it was all so delicious! I'm a bad blogger and didn't take any pictures and for that I apologize.