I learned the word atelier yesterday

Gretchen and I went on a non-date last night to Teranga, a Senegalese restaurant in the South End. Or at least I think it was the South End. Basically, you get off at Mass Ave and Newbury and keep walking for 15 minutes. Yeah. South End.

Anyway, it was delicious. I might have been more smitten with the plates than the actual food, and that's saying something since the food was pretty incredible. It's hard to believe (I know!!) but I've never had plantains before. Last night I was initiated into the club. They weren't overly sweet and tasted more like giant sweet potato fries than starchy bananas.

It's fun to go to a West African restaurant with someone who has lived in West Africa for a number of years. Because when they order they sound all knowledgeable and cultured. And then YOU go to order and you butcher their words with your thick, naive American accent. So instead of asking for the name of the dessert dish, you say "I don't know how to pronounce this, so I'm just gonna say 'I'll have the donuts.'" Classy, right?

It is day 4 with no cable. I haven't even turned my tv on once. (Though I did watch the latest amazing episode (with song!) of How I Met Your Mother online.) I should have done this about 2 years ago.