Six Bottles Of Wine Later

The hundred bucks that I dropped with CC and PT at our favorite little Italian hideaway in the W. Village, Ino, seems to pale in comparison to the pain that I'm feeling today.  I felt like an even bigger asshole when I called 'out sick' this morning from work, and even my boss ventured to ask, "Umm, are you feeling okay?"  I of course chalked it up to the 'flu,' which in some parts of the country is also called 'alcohol poisoning.' 

Mass consumption of wine leads to physical dangers as well--the bruises on my back this morning, I can only assume, are from when I fell into the shower last night.  Notice that I didn't say fall "in" the shower, meaning an accident suffered during the act of cleaning oneself.  No, no, I fell into the shower, collapsing curtain, bar, and all.

Seriously, though,  Ino is a great place to go if you're not a total douche-bag like myself and can actually exhibit a modicum of self-control, and they have a wonderful menu (Italian tuna salad highly recommended) and a vast selection of wines.  Try our downfall--the Tocai Friulana.  It's a light, slightly sweet white that's 25 bucks a pop.  I still have no idea whose idea #6 was...

Comments

[You Try You Buy]

You peer-pressuring twat!

[Nat]

Hmm, I don't remember asking you if you wanted to have a glass, let alone two bottles.

[You Try You Buy]

Bottles 5 &6 just didn't appear at our table, unordered and priced at a $5 premium by some underhanded waitress. Rather, if I had to hazard a guess and not be reticent about the matter, I would say it was a covert conspiracy by a fresh fesces (love that alliteration) snatchaholic.