Damn…Two Years Already?

It feels like it was only about a week ago that Olivier & I were being bombarded by all of that fucking rice.

But…it was two years ago already. Damn.

The traditional gift for the 2nd anniversary is cotton. Fucking cotton? Whatever. It’s true that I really would like to have my own special room filled with nothing but cotton balls just so that I could jump in it like a giant, silent pile of leaves…but Olivier is always throwing that phrase “it’s not practical” at me whenever I come up with brilliant ideas like that.

So, no cotton ball room…but, I was actually coaxed out of the house by promises of delicious Greek cuisine. I had completely forgotten how much I hate shoes & pants. Olivier was a walking snot-faucet & had himself all jacked-up on cold medicine…

No, really…he was sick. I’m sure that you’re thinking it was the past couple of years that gave him that sunny expression. Well…maybe it was.

We threw ourselves in the métro & headed out to Mavrommatis, a Greek restaurant in the 5th arrondissement.

Now, if you read any reviews of this place, they’re going to tell you all about the food – the “refined Greek cuisine” & blah, blah, blah…

Me? I was excited about the space. Yeah, that’s right – this place actually has room. It’s one of the few restaurants that I’ve been to in Paris where I wasn’t smooshed hip-to-hip against some stranger, bumping elbows, hearing my neighbor’s conversation…hearing them eat.

Indeed, there was room to spread out & enjoy our meal in peace.

Oh, yeah…& the food wasn’t too bad, either. The broccoli jello was a little too strange for me, but I had forgotten all about that by the time I was shoving a lamb leg in my face.

By the end of the night, we were stuffed like happy ticks on a big, fat dog. Olivier was floating around in a snotty-sinus haze & I was dripping with meaty drool as a result of being in lamb shock.

Now we just have to think about what to eat next year.

[tags]anniversary, food, mavrommatis, Paris, Greek, restaurant[/tags]