Il Poeta

Serious insomnia last night. I think because K & I split a bottle of pale gold soave at an Italian place near my place with dinner, and crawled under my down blanket afterwards. All of a sudden it was 1 am, and I could not get back to sleep. Dinner, with its delicious porcini mushroom cream sauce, its speck, and its rabbit ragu, induced a cozy little food coma. Lentil olive oil, mussels, and berry tart as dessert, perfectly al dente pasta, cloth covered bread basket, and all of this in QUEENS. Dare I say it? New frontier of city dining?

Next, Golden Mall in Flushing. Underground, highly hyped. Cannot wait for the day.

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