I enjoyed dinner.
Joey and I made dinner reservations at Chef Vola's in Atlantic City, and I highly suggest you go if you're ever in the area. The Italian restaurant is cosy, authentic, and delicious. When you sit down at the table, you feel like you're at Grandma's table, stomach growling for dinner at 4 p.m., as she pours the gravy, meatballs, and sausage over your macaroni that she's been nursing in the pot since she woke up. Joey's family, who embraces this tradition fully, knows exactly what I'm talking about.
I wanted to smell every scent that wafted in from the kitchen and really savor the freshness of the mozzarella wrapped in the prosciutto. But with my phone on the table, I would've half-assed it. Joey's very good at putting away his phone during dinner time, unless there's a football game on and no TVs in the restaurant — the horror! — so I've always told myself to be more like him. When we're relaxing, we can talk about anything under the sun. We played games and talked about our families. For the entire meal, the only thing we each had in our hands was a fork or the stem of a wine glass, and everything tasted better that way.