By Angel no1halo@yahoo.com
Date: 6 January 2001
ZANTIGOS
It is puzzling how the same exotic dish I enjoyed for the first time
ontop of Zantigo's back then, didn't quite taste the same today.
I caught myself rolling the food across my tongue hoping to stir
my sleeping tastebuds, but to no avail...it just didn't taste the same.
So I looked around at the building, the signs, the decor...everything,
hoping to realize that I really was in the wrong place. That this was not
the same delightful rooftop bar$grill that I first sampled scallops, and malt liquer, and romance, by a fireplace on a rooftop, overlooking Shillito's in downtown Cincinnati...Noooo! I had been duped...Or I had taken the wrong road...that's it!!! Zantigo's is on the other side of town...I must have made a left when I should have turned right. Ahhh, yes! I never was any good at directions anyway...I will have to work on that. But ,then ,why does
everything look the same? And when I ordered scallops why did they come to
me lightly tinged with browned butter just the way I learned to love them?
And the beer, in the same oversized glass that I always poked fun of because I could almost immerse my entire face into it... Oh, and the name...Z A N T I G O ' S , clearly etched on it's side. I could feel the color rushing from my face.It was clear I hadn't taken a wrong turn at all! I was in the right place! The building stood in the very same spot as it had for years. The food hadn't changed at all. The view and atmosphere was much the same. Odd, that everyone was looking at me. I excused myself to the ladies room to steady myself,and while powdering my nose, I saw a reflection of what they had seen...as that bitterness stared eerily back at me.
Angel 01/06/01
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