gemma ward? no not as hot.

my dad is turning 60. he loves to see the scene and shit like that,so i took him to gemma, the restaurant at the bowery hotel.

we got a table a reservation 10pm, a time whose obnoxiousity i overlooked because his flight only got in at 9:30.

well, apparently the taxi strike being over didn't help the line at JFK, and he only made it in at 10:30, which was perfect because our table was only ready at 10:45. did i mention reservation was for 9:30?

we all ordered pasta. mom and dad got bolognese, because they are meat and potato kind of people. i got tomato sauce cause i am a 24 hour vegetarian today. sis got clam linguini cause she likes clams. but she isn't a dyke.





here we go...

neither salt...



nor pepper...



nor parmesian...



nor specially requested chopped garlic in olive oil...



nor bubbly wine....




could make this pasta taste like ANYTHING. even that dean and deluca shit had flavor. granted--it was a very, very bad flavor, but still. you know. it tried.

this was absolutely like eating wet noodles with wet on them. and then i turned them into saltier, pepperier, garlicky, cheesy noodles. but still. i am not 9 years old.

to be fair, the salad was good.

(i am sorry eric if you ever read this. i think you are a really generous person and talented, too. but the food sucks)

is that really what i look like? oofah.

Gemma