I was beginning to feel like a shut in. It was getting unattractive -- and that is unacceptable.
So, I slapped some makeup on my face, put a comb through my hair and made my way down to the bowels of Chinatown to meet my friend Tobi for a mellow version of a "night on the town."
Bacaro was just hot enough for the evening's festivities. It was busy, but we could still land premium seats at the bar and the bartender even had enough bandwidth to chat with us for a spell. Between that, the bar room's "rough-hewn meets The Grand Canal" feel, its soft candlelit lighting scheme and a lovely glass of vino, and I was feeling healthier by the second.
A bright, crisp salad of Green Beans and White Anchovies (pictured above) set the meal off on a good start with a wonderful mouth-puckering vinegary wallop. Sardines en Saor kept things humming along nicely. And, a rich, tempting platter of stewed White Beans with Braised Duck Leg had me at "hello" with its crisp skin and sprinkling of garlic-scented breadcrumbs and herbs.
A sneeze, a breath, a cough or two, and then a bite or two of a decadent Panna Cotta, followed by a few sips of dessert wine, and I felt fortified. Not fully on top of my game. But, certainly fortified.
I might not be 100% in body and soul yet, but I will say that my faux trip to Venice helped in the soul arena -- and furthermore, I'm pretty sure that the body fared well in the bargain too.