Every night after the 6:00 news, I have dinner. A sandwich and a pickle. The sandwich might be tuna, ham and cheese, or roast beef. The pickle may be half-sour or dill. But every night, it’s a sandwich and a pickle.
So that made the latest version of My Dinner with Andre all the more delightful.
Cavey’s is two restaurants in one building. Italian at street level, French downstairs. The French restaurant is our “special occasion” place.
Steve Cavagnaro is the owner and executive chef of both restaurants. But downstairs belongs to Andre. He’s semi-retired now, and admits his back bothers him a bit. But he still glides across the room, and makes you feel as if you’re a king and queen for an evening.
Our 30th anniversary meant we had been visiting Cavey’s for 30 years. We recalled how intimidated we were in the early years. What exactly were those dishes on the menu? How can I possibly order a bottle of wine without embarrassing myself? How the hell am I gonna pay for this???
We remembered the first time we couldn’t read the menu without glasses, and we didn’t have any. (The waiter graciously recited the menu, dish by dish.)
And last Saturday night, we just enjoyed being there. Catching up with Andre. Enjoying his company and his expertise. Letting him select the wine. (He knows we don’t want to break the bank). Thankful that we can afford the occasional splurge on a wonderful meal in an elegant room so close to home.
By the way, tonight is ham and cheese and a half sour.