Amy and I went out to a late Soho dinner. I thought I knew my way to the Mexican restaurant I wanted to go to, but I made a right turn instead of a left turn on Prince. Low blood sugar started to kick in so we ducked into the first place we could find. Manhattan Bistro was empty but reasonably clean (although some moron was talking loudly on a cell phone at the bar). We sat next to each other and were served by a pair of very nice Indian guys. My salad came quickly and was good. I had ahi tuna, green beans, and wild rice; Amy had risotto, green beans, and chicken. Very good. We finished with some chocolate ice cream at a place down the block. Nothing hugely special, but the food was unexpectedly good.
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