Last night after munching on a cooked rotisserie chicken while prepping and cooking cauliflower, I settled in for the evening. A short time later, the phone unexpected rang. My cousin was calling to ask if I forgot about her and her sister who were patiently waiting for me at a restaurant. Immediately I realized I got the dates muddled up as I had notated our dinner for the next week. Naturally, I apologized and said I’d be there soon. Feeling terrible for this atypical oversight, yet grateful the restaurant was close by, I jumped in my vehicle.
No time to look for parking, I scooted into the white zone and quickly gave the valet my key. Once inside the restaurant, even though I saw no sign of my cousins. I stood at the maitre d’s podium and insisted they were there somewhere. The maitre d’ and her assistants were completely confused as they kept searching through the list of reservations. Then I meekly said maybe I was in the wrong restaurant. Stepping to the side, I texted my cousins asking them where they were. The reply was Castagna. My response - I’ve never heard of that restaurant and where in the heck is it? The answer - the Marina across from Williams Sonoma. Oh God, another 20 minute drive! Luckily the valet had not whisked my vehicle away. I apologized to him, gave him a tip and was on my way.
Now I was mystified as the restaurant I recommended was Cotogna, and one of the cousins assured me she made a reservation there. Scratching my head, I walked into Castagna. Noting they were the only 2 people sitting at a table, meaning it was empty, I asked what happened to Cotogna? Then came the utterance of OOPS and OOPS, and we started laughing at the absurdity of the date mess-up and the unintended reservation. To top it off, I wasn’t even hungry.