Last weekend Max and I ate at Arte Cafe... talk about a flood of memories!
Walking through that center entrance at Towne Center always reminded me of those cold nights I would stand out side (by myself!) watching people walk by to the theater or huddled in groups outside of Starbucks.
It's comforting to see that some of my favorite dishes on the menu has not changed... the duck liver pate (my first time eating pate was at Arte Cafe), the kung pao calamari and short ribs... and of course my "regular" entree of spicy blackened chicken penne. In many ways Arte was my gateway drug into my epicurean indulgences. It was the first time I regularly ate away from home (mommy's cooking) and tried fusion dishes.
It was also the first time I'd ever gotten drunk. The wait staff found it entertaining to get the 17-year old hostess drunk off of her first sex on the beach. I threw up in the parking lot.
Walking through that center entrance at Towne Center always reminded me of those cold nights I would stand out side (by myself!) watching people walk by to the theater or huddled in groups outside of Starbucks.
It's comforting to see that some of my favorite dishes on the menu has not changed... the duck liver pate (my first time eating pate was at Arte Cafe), the kung pao calamari and short ribs... and of course my "regular" entree of spicy blackened chicken penne. In many ways Arte was my gateway drug into my epicurean indulgences. It was the first time I regularly ate away from home (mommy's cooking) and tried fusion dishes.
It was also the first time I'd ever gotten drunk. The wait staff found it entertaining to get the 17-year old hostess drunk off of her first sex on the beach. I threw up in the parking lot.
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