I’ve posted up at the same Crystal City hotel spot frequently enough to know the lay of the land, but not long enough to stop thinking that Crystal City is a goofy name. Don’t you think Crystal City should look like the picture below and not the picture above?
Crystal City… Emerald City… Potayto, Potahto.
And since I’ve crossed the line of feeling familiar, I braved walking the dusk streets rather than ordering delivery. This was a big step for me. I’m afraid of the dark. Like… more afraid than any little kid you know.
I read every street-side menu and finally decided on one of the seven Italian restaurants on the strip: Cucina Vivace. The chilled tomato and roasted pepper soup and linguine with olive oil, spinach, and herbs caught my attention.
I could have done without the soup, it was a little chunkified for my liking, but the pasta was super fresh, delicate, and well seasoned. I felt really terrible leaving my leftovers but, like I told the waiter (who thought my flashy camera was an indicator that I was important), leftovers and hotel rooms don’t quite mix.
Have you ever noticed a difference in restaurant service when you’re with camera as opposed to without?
