One evening a group of my friends and I were looking for a perfect place to eat and drink wine in the heart of London. We had been there for a few months at this time, and wanted something we hadn't tried before. To our surprise, and pleasure, we found Zizi's, nestled in only a couple blocks from our flat. The dining room was quite small but the atmosphere was quaint and romantic, maybe not a perfect place for four twenty something girls, but we had to try one of their irrestibly good sounding pasta plates. We had learned by this time that it was best for each of us to order something different and then pass each plate around.
The dishes included pizza topped with fresh mozarella, mushrooms, tomatoes, and olives; pasta drenched in sweet sauce and mushrooms; pasta carbonara (sausage); and marghreita pizza (loaded with cheese). By process of elimination, one can conclude that I ordered the simple sauce and mushrooms, but it did not disappoint. The pasta was the perfect al dente and the sauce was so light it added the perfect amount of taste to the noodles. Everyone else raved about their dishes as well as we sat back and looked at the dessert menu. We were all over stuffed but the caramel cheesecake and homemade sorbert were calling out to us. We ordered another bottle of our favorite Rose wine, that was conveintly shipped from California, and waited for the tasty desserts to arrive.
Our waitor was one of a kind, and was incredibly patient as we pondered each order. He helped with decisions and had the best recommendations for every taste. We liked him so much, we asked for his work schedule to plan our next visit so he could greet us again.
After a good two meals worth of food later, we sat motionless planning our next visit to our new favorite restaurant in London. We couldn't decide if it was wonderfully convenient that it was only two blocks from home or if we better start buying larger jeans, but nonetheless, we went back time and time again. Each time somehow better than the last.
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