Adult Blogger: 8TH STREET LATINAS opened our menus. There were about thirty different items on the dinner pages. Most of which I had no idea what they were. No explanation was given as to what was involved in the dish. I almost asked the guy to come back and explain some of them, when I noticed veal parmesan. I knew what that was. I asked Dawn if she knew what she wanted.
"Order something for me," she said, batting her eyes at me, with a big smile on her face.
Oh great. Now I can't ask the guy what this stuff is. It would really make me look stupid.
I looked the menu over again. I stopped at the chicken. I figured that most women like chicken, so it would be a safe bet.
The waiter arrived and asked if we wanted an appetizer. Dawn shook her head.
"We'll pass," I said looking at the price of their shrimp cocktail.
"Are you ready to order dinner?" the waiter asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"And what would you care for, this evening," he turned and asked Dawn.
She pointed to me, and the waiter turned in my direction with his pen poised at his pad.
"The lady would like chicken catha.., cata.., crapa.., cacciatore."
"Ah, yes, an excellent choice, and very well pronounced if I may add," said the waiter, as Dawn put her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh.