If youâ€™ve ever written your own blog, you know thereâ€™s a nifty little feature called â€œsave,â€ where you can put off publishing your post till later. That works great for procrastinating writers and busy editors (of which I am both), but sometimes it backfires, and the draft log becomes much larger than youâ€™d like. When that happens to me, I feel compelled to purge what Iâ€™ve been saving. So today Iâ€™m launching a new feature I like to call â€œDraft Pub.â€ It has nothing to do with beers or bars, but I think the name is kind of catchy, and the act of it gets you the information Iâ€™ve been hoarding for way too long.
Here, an August lunch at Reality Bites in Nyack.
The bites were actually the best part of the meal. We tried, which you can see in the photo, prawn with jelly on toast, deviled egg, artichoke, olive tapenade, sundried tomato dip and a lame tomato with cheese. The sundried tomato won, hands down.
Street scene in Nyack:
The “pasta” salad:
The food was fine; nothing amazing, nothing tasteless. I’ll definitely go back and try dinner, which is probably a better litmus test.
Now. I love to point out menu malapropisms. I’m sorry; it’s the cruel streak in me. The word panini is especially abused. The word in Italian is panino. If you have more than one, it’s panini. It’s never paninis; that’d be like saying sandwicheses. And it’s not panini’s; that’s like saying sandwiches’s. (I’m sure I’m gonna hear it for all my typos now, so bring it on….)
Quotation marks are also funny: