"The Goo." The What? "The GOO."

Had dinner out with Amanda and Rob, last night. The restaurant in question was… discreet about its location. We tromped up and down 18th street before we found the place. Ridiculous. Every other restaurant in sight had neon lights, a nice marquee, or both. This place was practically invisible with its tiny print over poorly lit windows.

We missed our reservation by half an hour, a mishap that in no way affected our ability to find a table. Like I said, practically invisible.

It was good to finally meet Rob. We’d encountered each other once about three months ago, but the joint was hoppin’ and I could barely hear myself speak, let alone anyone else. (To their credit, it was at a restaurant one could actually find.)

There’s just something very amusing about getting well-educated people to say something silly. Amanda and Rob both earned Master’s degrees, so it was a double-scoop of “Ha ha, you just said Goo.” Or other equally funny-sounding words. I forget the specifics…

Rob was only too happy to tease us for enjoying wine, while he wistfully (yes, wistfully) went on about the tannins in his Miller Light. HAH.

Dinner was okay. I’m not going to give ‘em a glowing review; seeing as how A) there’s better Italian food that’s closer, and B) you’d need the damned Staff of Ra-with-Headpiece from Raiders of the Lost Ark to find the place. Sheesh.

All in all, it was a good night. And I didn’t even fall asleep on the Metro!

Have a good one, folks. More to follow.