Michael, Camille, and I went out to dinner tonight at Grazie in Bothell. I had never had lasagna before and now I know what I’ve been missing.
Michael said Grazie does lasagna right. I may have good lasagna in the future, maybe even one made from someone’s treasured family recipe, but it will never be as good as the lasagna I had there. They topped it with three sauces arranged to resemble the Italian flag: a red meat sauce, a white béchamel, and a green pesto cream. It was rich, filling, and absolutely wonderful … and I have plenty left for lunch tomorrow.
For dessert, Camille and I shared Strawberries Marsala: fresh strawberries nestled in a cloud of whipped cream, mascarpone cheese, vanilla, and marsala wine. I’ve never had anything like it, but I’ll definitely be on the lookout for it from now on.
Michael and I both ordered Lemon Drops—lemon juice, vodka, triple sec, and simple syrup served in sugar-rimmed martini glasses. Who knew lemon anything could be so good?
I am full, happy, and looking forward to sleeping very well tonight. Also known as “the food coma.”
