Mama Picasso’s was an intimate restaurant, with candles on small tables and Frank Sinatra on the speakers. Apparently Jamie was a romantic at heart, or he knew just the right buttons to push to impress his date. Whatever the case, it was most certainly a point in his favor. Amy was so going to eat her words, after this. That fortune cookie hit the jackpot, this time.
We were greeted by Mama Picasso herself, who kissed both our cheeks and led us to a quiet, intimate corner of the establishment, or as quiet as it could be with Ol’ Blue Eyes crooning overhead.
Jamie ordered a nice red wine, after checking with me on my preference. Once it arrived, we gave the waiter our meal selections and settled in to enjoy the evening.
He raised his glass in a toast. “To a wonderful evening and sparklin
