Nothing is perfect

But some things come really, really close.

I'm at the beach for the long weekend, and had dinner tonight in Wilmington, at a really yummy restaurant, Tayste.

This was one of the most amazing meals I've had in a really, really long time. A really excellant martini, quail crostini as an appetizer, a filet with INCREDIBLE mushroom raviolis, and a spectacular bread pudding. Oh, and a really good bottle of wine, too; a Privada Merlot/Malbec/Cab blend. Yum.

Plus, they had a really good wait staff, which means more and more to me as I age. Our waiter was personable and kept a good eye on the table without being overbearing; the bartender not only made a heck of a martini (and liked the wine choice), he also greeted us as we came in, told us the scallops were good, and had a good sense of humor (in a slightly off-color way!).

But their coffee tasted (taysted?) like Taster's Choice. Or maybe Tayster's Choice!


I forgave them, though; anybody who does food as well as they did, and has the wait staff to boot, will figure the coffee out.