This one is for writing your wishes.
Last night Mark and I went out to Tasca de Plata in Canton. We had tapas and Sangria, and watched flamenco dancers. The food was good, the deserts were amazing, the dancers energetic and beautiful, but the really strange part is the restaurant is a former diner. The poor owners are trying to make this chrome and glass shiny diner look dark and Spanish and ornate, and it’s not quite comin’ off. Maybe they’ll do well enough that they can move to another location. It made for a very fun evening, though.