I was all ready to head out on the big adventure yesterday, driving to the airport with my mother and father, only to be told we were delayed by 28 hours. Yes, you read that right. Delayed more than an entire day. So I waited around.....
Which really means I called my family and we decided to have an airport beer while waiting for official word. Fast-forward to what is clearly compensation and lodging, and you have the three of us enjoying cocktails at a rooftop bar in San Francisco. After a couple rounds, we decided to venture out for dinner and caught ourselves a cab. Our cab driver proceeded to open up a conversation about politics, which led to the following actual quote: "you know... that president, 'Bama is full of black magic. You never hear white magic or yellow magic.... Me, I'm yellow. You, you're white! But no. No yellow or white magic. Black magic. That's what's wrong today, a president of black magic. No one says yellow magic."
Hop out of that interesting ride, and head to dinner at Sotto Mare. We walk in the door, they are playing loud party music, and my mother instantly begins to sing - loudly. The staff of women encourage her, and begin to wail along with her, and now myself. Tourists are taking photos, videos, clapping and joining us. My father is standing off to the side of the host's stand, and I'm not sure yet if he's hiding or enjoying the spectacle. The host informs us that there is absolutely no way we can eat tonight, as they are completely booked up. The singing staff and I plead otherwise, essentially arguing that we count as family now. He reluctantly agrees, and tells us to come back in 45 minutes. Easy enough, this place was a blast and smelled divine.
Back to my trusty Yelp app, where we decide to head to Cinecitta for a cocktail and appetizer. This little hole in the wall served up a delicious fried eggplant and arugula appetizer. The portion was very large for the 3 of us, but we had 45 minutes to kill and as you'll see, it was for the best.
We walk back to Sotto Mare where the same staff member greets us each with a glass of red wine. If that isn't family treatment, I don't know what is. She asks us to put on whatever we want to get my mother singing again, so we cue up Amy Gilliom and get to crooning. The music gets louder, the wine keeps being refilled, and before you know it, the staff is dancing up and down the aisles between tables, singing and dancing along with us. After we are seated, the music just keeps getting louder until the host takes a maraca and starts dancing down the aisle, smacking the lights with it to the beat. It was an unbelievably good time, and the food was delicious!
Hop out of that interesting ride, and head to dinner at Sotto Mare. We walk in the door, they are playing loud party music, and my mother instantly begins to sing - loudly. The staff of women encourage her, and begin to wail along with her, and now myself. Tourists are taking photos, videos, clapping and joining us. My father is standing off to the side of the host's stand, and I'm not sure yet if he's hiding or enjoying the spectacle. The host informs us that there is absolutely no way we can eat tonight, as they are completely booked up. The singing staff and I plead otherwise, essentially arguing that we count as family now. He reluctantly agrees, and tells us to come back in 45 minutes. Easy enough, this place was a blast and smelled divine.
Back to my trusty Yelp app, where we decide to head to Cinecitta for a cocktail and appetizer. This little hole in the wall served up a delicious fried eggplant and arugula appetizer. The portion was very large for the 3 of us, but we had 45 minutes to kill and as you'll see, it was for the best.
We walk back to Sotto Mare where the same staff member greets us each with a glass of red wine. If that isn't family treatment, I don't know what is. She asks us to put on whatever we want to get my mother singing again, so we cue up Amy Gilliom and get to crooning. The music gets louder, the wine keeps being refilled, and before you know it, the staff is dancing up and down the aisles between tables, singing and dancing along with us. After we are seated, the music just keeps getting louder until the host takes a maraca and starts dancing down the aisle, smacking the lights with it to the beat. It was an unbelievably good time, and the food was delicious!
I guess you could say I made the most of my flight delay? So now, at what is exactly 24 hours after I was supposed to have departed, I am blogging from the airport, and my connecting flight is also delayed. While this is annoying, it also means a free overnight stay in Stockholm.... Let's see if I can't outdo myself tomorrow. Cheers!
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