Welp, we’re at the end of the week! Thus ends another work week, and here begins my week of rest. That’s right, your girl took a week off! A series of events spurred me to go take a good week off. It’s a week of not getting paid, but alas, some things are more important than a paycheck.
Last night, I went out with C and her children. We walked around during twilight in Philly with two small people, and stopped to get them something to eat. Then we got ourselves something to eat. I’ve heard good things about Cuba Libre, and have passed it on the street numerous times. Today, however, C and I were hungry and looking for something good to eat. The menu was intriguing… so much so that we stepped inside and asked for a table.
She had Levanta Muerta (Raise The Dead) Seafood Soup, and I had vegetable paella. It was bustling with people because we came at the height of dinner service. Despite this and the fact that we hadn’t made a reservation, all four of us were seated in less than 5 minutes on the upper level. The decor lit my imagination afire; the ceiling fans had blades that looked like big hand fans. Small trees that looked like little banana trees were in oversized pots throughout the restaurant, and the walls had facades of houses in different and bright colours.
Something about the space made me leave Philly for just a moment and enter into this world. Between that and the food, it was enough to leave an impression on me. In fact, it left so much of an impression that I returned the next day for brunch!
If I could use one word to describe my brunch at Cuba Libre, it would be this:
Anywhere that puts churros on their menu as a breakfast/brunch item is automatically put into the Hall Of Awesomeness. AND… they had the nerve to serve said churros with a chocolate sauce! The chocolate sauce had a citrus note, and was delicious on its own. In fact, I enjoyed the chocolate so much that I dipped my fingers in its container and licked it off my fingers. Yes, it was uncouth. No, I didn’t care.
The waitress was kind enough to save me from getting any more undignified than I already was. “Are you finished?” she asked, in only the way that a waitress can. Without using these words, she used her tone and eyes to say “Put the saucer down. You look like an idiot.” “Uh, yes… I’m done”, I replied, and relinquished the chocolate sauce.
Yep, it was that kind of day.
I also got to spend some time at the Italian Market Festival, where I danced to “I Wanna Dance” by Whitney Houston. If you can’t get your dance on when that song comes on, something’s just wrong with you.
Chris Brown said “You’re like Jordans on Saturday” in a song. He clearly never wore Converse All Stars on a Saturday. It may not have flowed as well, but when I pull out my Converses, it’s Saturday regardless of what day it actually is. I wore a dress on Saturday, but I was grateful that I wore my Converses. I wasn’t the only one, either. I saw several girls with the same idea I had, plus more than a few guys rocking Converse shoes on a Saturday. One especially cute guy rocked the high tops with the star on the side. Nice.
I walked home tired and got caught in driving rain on the way home. Thankfully, someone that knew me was nice enough to stop and take me home. All in all, I had a good day. I was greedy, spent too much money (as I do when I’m downtown), and walked for hours… but I enjoyed myself.
This is what Saturdays are made of.