pasha mezze
By shag carpet bomb • Jul 17th, 2009 • Category: Belly Button Lintdewds. i finally ate at this place last weekend. oh. my. dawg. it was delicious. and just my style: a tapas place, which I hadn’t twigged to reading the reviews or web site. i love tapas joints, because I love going out to dinner, getting a whole bunch of different things and then passing it around, tasting and sharing.
my father did that once, in order to impress my step mother when he was dating her. he didn’t have a lot of money — he was a security guard. but he wanted to take her to this really nice place for a first date. like a good southern belle, she’d turned him down several times. but he didn’t have a lot of dough. so, he decided to order a bunch of appetizers with the wine, and then they shared and had a grand old time, eating and enjoying, and then she was too full for a main course.
well, they took us there when the ex-beau, sonshine, and i visited them in Limpdick many years ago. It is now family tradition to go to this place, which looks like an old shack on stilts, over looking what Limpdickians fondly call a lake (would be called a pond elsewhere) where there are strange birds that look like snakes bobbing in the water. There, we must order all appetizers, including gator balls, and go to town. order up some appetizers for the first round, pass em all around and taste and tells stories on each other.
then, call the waiter over for another round of hors d’oeuvres. repeat. then, if not full, do the same again. by the third, everyone will definitiely be full. if you’re feeling really ambitious, wait awhile and maybe go for a walk around the “lake”. Come back, sufficiently goofy from the walk, and ask to sit at the humongous bar and order some kind of alcoholic coffee beverage and a dessert sampler, which you may be able to con the waiter into making up for you.
Which is what I did at pasha mezze the other night. I totally didn’t finish my food so I could have desert and hot, hot, hot turkish coffee. I didn’t want to get just one thing, though, and so the waiter offered to get me a sampler platter. yum!
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