We’ve found the word “Risotto” in a google/yelp/whatever search, and we are off to Times Square. For the uninitiated, Times Square is nowhere near Little Italy.
Me: Fuck, I hate Times Square.
Kirill: I love it
Me: It’s, like, almost dark outside and I feel like I need… oh! Look at that.
Me, putting on sunglasses: Wow that is so much better. This artificial light is bonkers.
Kirill: RISOTTO. I HAVE FOUND IT.
Me: Awesome.
Kirill: This is so pricey.
Me: We’re in Times Square, what did you expect?
After some debate, we go into the restaurant and get seated.
Kirill: Oh no
Me: What’s wrong?
Kirill: This is all seafood. I already ate seafood Risotto this week.
Me: So what? You can’t eat the same meal twice in a week?
Kirill: You don’t understand. I need something meaty.
Me: We can go somewhere else.
Kirill: But we’ve already been seated. That makes us assholes.
Me: Dude. They haven’t served us. They haven’t even brought out water yet. Let’s just go
Kirill: No! We can’t. We shan’t. It would be an abomination
Kirill: I don’t want this menu, let’s go.
Me: That’s what I thought.
Kirill spent the next two minutes apologizing to the staff.