Marash Girl wanted to treat her friend to dinner -- hadn't seen her in a long time -- let her choose her favorite restaurant. She chose _ertucci's in Newton Corner. Okay! We had both enjoyed a light supper there on other occasions.
The ambience was tough (very noisy) but the waitress seated the two women next to a window looking onto the lovely cars speeding along Washington Street towards the entrance to the Massachusetts Turnpike. That was fine. The two women sat next to each other, rather than across from each other, so that they could shout into each other's ear and carry on a half-heard conversation. The service was slow, but then it was a busy Thursday night. (Since when is Thursday evening a busy evening for a restaurant?)
So, to order. Salad. That couldn't be bad. (Or so they thought.) When the salad came, the dressing was too much and too sweet. Marash Girl had forgotten to ask them to put the dressing on the side, or, better yet, as Marash Boy would have done, and Marash Girl should have done, to ask for oil and vinegar, the iceberg lettuce leaves wilted, and not much more in the salad other than a few carrot peelings. Okay. But that was just the salad. Then the pizza. How could the pizza be bad? An all white pizza, her friend suggested. It came. Rather white salt with some bread and cheese under it arrived. And then, finally, for dessert (because they hadn't been able to eat too much of the pizza and hadn't learned their lesson yet), tiramisu. How could anyone spoil tiramisu? To be kind, it was the least memorable piece of tiramisu they had ever tasted. They did, however, with some effort, get the fork through it!
What happened to _ertucci's?
But to be fair, the complimentary oil and fresh baked bread that was brought at the beginning of the meal was superb!