I was in Park Slope for the day, and my boy Joe and I went out for a little Latin bistro action. I was still flying high on Babbo fumes, so I wanted to keep things modest. I ordered an empanada and a watercress and avocado salad. It was the perfect light meal. But then...
I just don't like raw garlic, and the salad dressing was full of it, invisible though it was to the naked eye. I don't mind this so much while I'm eating, but twelve hours later it really starts to get old.
Margy didn't want to go near me. Can't say I blame her. Next time I'm asking for oil and vinegar.
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