Deep Sushi Amici's
Monday was Martin Luther King Day and Vida was out of school. She happily spent the day with “Ra Ra” before we all went to see the ant exhibit at the Academy of Sciences. Hanging out all day with H is Vida’s idea of heaven on earth. She loves her “zero ten nine a hundred zero zero a hundred a hundred ten nine”.
Vida is so attached to H that whenever she’s upset with me she screams “Ra Ra I want Ra Ra” at the top of her lungs. I love that Vida says she has two moms, Ra Ra and I, but the screaming sometimes gets me down. Even though I know it’s a typical preschool ploy—to cry for the opposite parent in an effort to manipulate their emotions—it feels surreal because for the most part Ra Ra isn’t there to help me respond. The latest tug on my heart comes in the form of a calm voice saying, “I want to live with Ra Ra”. Yesterday when I picked Vida up from school she announced that she wanted to “live with someone else.” Obviously Ra Ra was whom she had in mind. I try to play it off like I don’t care but it does get to me a bit because really there is no way to rationally respond.
I can almost see the little wheels of her mind turn as she judges my reaction—last night she said she wanted a “real dog” which was a bit more realistic than the “real horse” she has been asking for. When I told her that I was allergic to dogs she said, “well you can live alone then”. It’s a good things she loves me “zero ten nine a thousand zero ten nine” or I would have felt pretty bad.
After the ant exhibit it was a little late to go home and start dinner so we went to Deep Sushi on Church Street for dinner. Vida was so tired she fell asleep during the 10 minute drive over there and I had to carry her to the restaurant. The logical thing to do was probably go home but once I mentioned sushi it was too late to go back. We got to the restaurant at about a quarter to six and the not very friendly host informed us that they didn’t open until six. It was cold so they let us sit inside but didn’t even offer us menus until six on the nose even though there was nobody else in there. We played with a couple of miniature pink and blue ducks and tried not to spill any soy sauce. Much to my dismay Vida kept crawling down the banquette every time I turned my head. I couldn’t blame her really—it was probably the softest, fuzziest banquette I’ve ever seen.
We ordered edamame that was seasoned with some kind of salt mixture that didn’t seem particularly Japanese—I think it was Spike vegetable seasoning—but it was unique and pretty tasty. The menu was on the pricey side so we stuck to avocado rolls for Vida and I got a tempura rainbow roll which was a bit on the bland side but still delicious. This roll was a good compromise for me. I usually feel like rainbow rolls are too big and have too much raw fish but this roll was just cooked enough to take the edge off.
Later on in the week we went to Amici’s, a New York style pizza place near the ballpark, with B and R. As we got out of the car Vida announced that she “smelled poop”. We ignored her because typically by that point in the evening everything is about “poop” and “toot”. After we sat down Vida was still complaining so I took a look at her boots and she actually had stepped in something—she started to freak out so we quickly took her boots into the bathroom. As we stood at the sink Vida offered a running commentary to everyone else in the bathroom.
Even though it isn’t baseball season Amici’s had the feel of a business that thrived on location, location, location. It was good but not exceptional enough to be successful in a less prime location. It was clear that they were geared to do a brisk business. The antipasto salad was sprinkled with the same mozzerella cheese as the pizza. As usual we had a plain cheese pizza with bacon on one side for R and I. Vida rarely ever eats much when we go out for pizza but this time she went through three large pieces leaving the crusts for us hungry adults.
Restaurant Total: 168
