Picking Up Aimee

Last night after work Mom and I went to go get Aimee from Logan.

Compromising with myself to gym tomorrow after work, I encouraged the family to drive into the North End for dinner.
So we got lost in Charlestown for about 30 minutes. Yeah yeah, Charlestown isn't the best location to get lost in, but it wasn't that terrible. Just slightly frightening.
We finally got into the North End, and all was well. We parked not too close to where the restaurants on Hanover Street are, so we had to walk a little bit (which the both of them continually doubted my walking navigation skills as we meandered through alleys). Guys, I knew where I was going. Don't worry. We just started in a bad place, and it was hard to get there.
Aimee commented all night that she felt she was in Europe, or London (?). Well, we were in fact in the North End, which is about as Italian first-generation as you can get in the US....

We concluded to try the newer restaurant, Strega. And boy, let me tell you....it was great. They had italian/mobster movies playing on one wall, and the ambience was vey dark and upscale. The food was pretty darn good. I indulged, yet again, with a vodka & salmon penne dish and a glass of merlot. Delicious.
They decided that it was necessary to end the night at Mike's Pastries. For those of you who haven't been to Mike's, then you don't know what it means to be italian (which I am not), or what it means to be alive. The baked goods/pastries are so good you won't feel like dieting ever again, if only you could just feast on only the sweets in that glorious little patisserie. It's always busy, but it's sooooooo worth it. And the people who work there have serving down to a "t"...or to an "s", more appropriately. I purchased some macaroons (regular & pistachio) and some leaves.
Boy, will I be paying for it today.