friends, food, and fine wine

You know you have good friends when they are willing to sabotage someone’s career for you.

When I told Meredith that I received the “lets just be friends” talk from a musician boy she said, “I’ll make sure he never plays in this town again. Mercury Lounge? Forget it. Bowery Ballroom? It’s over.” (Of course, dear readers, I would never do anything to damage his career. Just his knee caps.)

Aside from a willingness to destroy someone’s reputation, the mark of a good friend is how they can make a simple dinner of pasta and wine seem like a feast fit for a Dionysian.

Last night we had a farewell dinner at Supper restaurant for my friend and now ex-roommate Victoria. Not only is she the type of friend that will help you plot against ex-lovers but she is the kind of friend that reminds you that there is no problem or heartache too grand that can’t be resolved with a little bit of wine and laughter.

Supper has a dimly lit and cavernous downstairs area that’s perfect for a big group. We shared bowls of luscious spaghetti al limone and my favorite dish the priest stranglers (tubes of pasta with ricotta and marinara sauce).

Then we went off to our friend Edward’s apartment and had a mini dance party with flashing lights and thumping house music and more red wine.

When life turns sour, all you need are comfort food and comforting friends to make it all better.

And I’d like to wish a good journey to the most comforting friend of all. She may be moving to Greece but her light and laughter will be here always.