May 12, 2008 12:00 AM by Sarah Z. Wexler | COMMENTS
Last week was one of those kinds of weeks: grueling ten-hour days when
it’s too hectic to pee, trying to stuff down a sandwich while hovering
over the keyboard. Weeks like this make me wish for a get-up-and-go
trip to Miami, a weekend spent lounging on the beach or sipping wine in
Napa, far away from all the work I have to do.
If only. But on an assistant’s salary in one of the most expensive
cities in the country, it ain’t gonna happen. That’s why I decided to
have a vacation night right at home. My plan: to make the evening feel
like I was in a totally different place. Instead of my usual dinner,
ordering in with friends or stopping by a cheapie-good chain (hello,
Chipotle), I decided to try a new restaurant.
My friend and I went to a tiny empanada place, where we ate
combinations I’d never considered before, like the peanut butter and
banana “Elvis.” We poured spoonfuls of various red and green sauces on
our cheese empanadas, some delicious and some way too spicy.
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