Oh Babbo, My Babbo
Our dinner there is done;
Our stomachs stuffed beyond belief
Our fight with hunger won.

How lovely was your ambience!
How reasonable your check-o!
How lip-smacking our starter drink
of green apple Prosecco.

And then the bread of crusty crust
sparking such debate
Lisa saying: "Eh, it's ok"
And me saying: "It's great!"

The waitress steered us brave and clear
through a menu tough and tricky;
A pasta here, an entree there
and "God, not that, it's icky!"

Beginning with an autumn salad,
Lisa declared: "It's warm!"

Mint Love Letters graced my plate;
Their function quashed their form.

And then the entrees landed fast
our mouths screamed out: "Oh Looky!"
Lisa had the pumpkin lune
complete with grated cookie.

I, in turn, enjoyed the duck
a full-on flavor attack;
when the waitress asked: "How's everything here?"
I could only answer: "Quack, quack!"

Our table cleared, we took a leap
two desserts that we would order:
chocolate hazelnut for Lisa
with a caramel chocolate border.

I, of course, partook of lemon
crostini to be exact;
so tart, so sweet, my soul complete:
our dinner's final act.

Blissful was our countenance,
our faith in life all mended;
We left on wings of glory
Forsooth! My New York trip has ended.

Babbo Bathroom Review

Fittingly, the last in our series of New York Bathroom Reviews belongs to the best: the Babbo bathroom was a bathroom-goers treat. Decorative flowers, a lovely smell, and a unique, quirky space: the Babbo bathroom has it all. There are very few bathrooms that evoke a desire to stay, and part of me--completing my task--seriously considered taking up residence right there atop the toilet. But alas, I returned to Lisa, and completed our meal. A little piece of my heart stayed behind, though. I should probably see a doctor about that.
Grade: A+