So I was out to dinner last night with a friend (I seem to be securing quite a few of those these days), and we met on the corner that CitySearch indicated would be the cross streets of the restaurant. Now I'm a little blind, but I was honestly not seeing this place. Malaga, a little tapas haunt supposedly on 73rd and 1st, was about as close apparently as the actual city in Spain. I call T-mobile information, and the kind woman proceeds to inform me that the restaurant is actually located between Park and Madison. My friend and I hop a cab, only to be dropped off in an area that appears wholly residential. I call T-mobile yet again (heaven help us Catherine Zeta Jones), and the cross streets (I'm sorry I doubted you CitySearch) are indeed 1st and York. Hop yet another cab, and we've found our cozy dining place. Hear me out, I'm a fan of tapas, really, and I haven't had it for a while, but did we really have to shell out six bucks each way to get to this place? Was I jonesin' for cow intestine and grilled mollusks so terribly? \
Note on Malaga: Good restaurant, but let's flash back a decade ago to a shy, impressionable, 15-yr. old Natalie going on a high school trip to the actual town of Malaga in Spain with some high school classmates, including PT, Gizms, and Tee Hee. Aside from the more than thousand dollar phone bill I managed to ring up in the span of four weeks incessantly calling my Mom b/c I was homesick, this trip was memorable for yet another reason. It was the birthplace, the beginning, the planting of the seedling, the ultimate Big Bang of my functioning alcoholism. As soon as that first taste of sangria touched my lips, I knew that my life would be immediately changed--meaning instead of having a full, wholesome one, I will probably perish before my 30's. Oh well, at least I didn't order milk (like some) at the bar.
I didn't order a fucking glass of milk already!
Posted by: Gizms | February 05, 2005 at 12:15 AM
Lo Siento Gizms. Un Momento Snatch -- Gizms actually did order some Baily's Irish Cream -- perhaps because the creamy brown color reminded him of his skin tone (sans toner of course).
Posted by: Lo Siento Un Momento | February 05, 2005 at 02:46 PM
Yeah, toner was hard to come by in those parts.
Posted by: Fupafighter | February 05, 2005 at 03:16 PM