So this week was my birthday. I love celebrating the anniversary of my 29th birthday. It's my 13th anniversary this year. The late Douglas Adams would be so pleased.
So we started off the celebrations a day early. Remember how I promised I would review a never-dined-at restaurant in my neighborhood? Well, Sunday night we had dinner at the Greek Taverna, Nemea, which has been around for a year and I tried for the first time for the first family birthday dinner.
What might you expect a Greek restaurant to look like? Maybe some whitewashed walls with paintings of blue water? Perhaps some mosaic tile here and there? When you go into Nemea, get rid of all of your preconceived notions about decor. This place is distinctive even if it weren't Greek: exposed brick, massive chandeliers, and some very unusual paintings on the wall (sorry I didn't take any photos of those).
Kevin had grilled chicken with potatoes. Mom had grilled shrimp. Her boyfriend had salmon, but I didn't get a photo.
Peter's house is like.
On to the next celebration.
Sunday night was for Mom. Monday night was for Dad. We stayed in the city and had dinner at Rosa Mexicano (the 1st Ave. location in case you were wondering). Rosa Mexicano is not your typical taco-burrito-enchilada Mexican joint. This isn't Chi Chi's. This is some very sophisticated and distinctive food. I've never had Mexican quite like it.
Dinner started in a very typical fashion despite the distinctiveness of the restaurant. While I sipped a frozen pomegranate margarita, we enjoyed some tableside guacamole.
The dessert! Oh the desserts! We thought we would split two among the four of us. Then they staff brought me a cinnamon-laced chocolate mousse cake for my birthday.
On Dad's recommendation we had the churros with three dipping sauces (chocolate, caramel and raspberry). They were so divinely crispy and well- oated in powdered sugar and cinnamon.
The other dessert we actually ordered was a banana chocolate chip cake soaked in cinnamon syrup, filled with peanut butter, and doused in chocolate sauce. We were too stuffed to eat it by then, but I ate the banana ice cream on top before taking it home and having it as a birthday bonus the next night (and I shared with Kevin - I'm not heartless.)