Seriously. If you persist in thinking that you cannot afford to stop by a favorite cafe or restaurant, then consider acquiring a new Tuesday habit: tapas at Soif.
For $3 I had a sensation that was positively Roman in its voluptuousness. Quail egg, adorned with choice crisp pancetta, atop a yellow plinth of polenta. Slick of unctuous basil purée on the side.
A minerally Sancerre did the rest. Roughly $10 for a consciousness-raising bit of gourmet retail therapy.
Soif. Tuesdays. Tapas. Three dollars each.
