Why not?

I haven’t written in fooooorever. So why should I write today? 

To that I say, Why not? 

I am getting ready to head out to Bar Del Corso for dinner. This restaurant, known for sexy pizza in a far-flung but hip neighborhood of Seattle, has been on my list of must-go places for over a year.

Lately I have been so bent on saving money and cooking at home, that I haven’t been getting anywhere with that list. In fact, when my friend Emely suggested we go tonight I initially suggested we do a yoga class instead. But then I realized that this was the third time Emely has asked me to go to BDC with her and I would be an idiot to say no again. 

I went online to scope out their menu and nearly had a fit. How could I ever choose between Burrata and heirloom tomatoes with ‘sexy sea salt’ and fried risotto balls? They make six kinds of pizza. I am most excited to try the Manila Clam Pizza with garlic, goathorn peppers and Grana … but how will I narrow it down among the Salame Piccante, Funghi, Ortolana and Margherita? I know that my sis-in-law Rachel feels my pain. Particularly because she is likely reading the menu in Arizona right now and cursing the lack of teleportation technology. 

Alright, my ride is here. Gotta go!