It was Indian Guy’s AKA Mr. Roger AKA Rishi’s birthday. It was meant to be a surprise, but apparently he saw my car heading toward the same area him and his girlfriend were headed to. I’m sorry everyone. Regardless, he was still somewhat surprised. It was held at CUCINA enoteca. Everytime I tried to describe the decor, food, presentation, only one word came to mind: rustic. So I kept repeating that word the whole night i.e. this seat is so…rustic, that cup is so…rustic. I ordered Toast w/ hummus and some “jam”. We all just agreed it was ketchup, but since this place was “rustic”, it was their homemade jam or something. Rustic. Anyway, happy birthday man.