That's what Emma had. Me, if I see eggplant on a menu, I'm a sucker for it. But first, mom, me and my niece split an appetizer of meatballs. They were so good they made my eyes close in ecstasy. (Yes, I got a box of eight to bring home.) Then, I had the eggplant parm - three big breaded, fried slices smothered in the most incredible sauce, and cheese, and spaghetti on the side. Huge portion, and I only ate half of it, and have my lunch for tomorrow.
To find a restaurant that makes good sauce - really tomatoey with lots of flavour - is one of life's greatest pleasures. This was a small place, just a few tables, and very Italian. It's run by a family. And while we were there, who comes in for supper but the Bishop of the Niagara Region, with the local priest, a couple of other guys, and three nuns dressed in full habits.
We had a birthday cake for my niece, and the entire restaurant joined in the singing. The loudest shouts of "Speech, speech!" came from the religious table. It was wonderful!!
My nephew is quite religious, he goes to mass every Sunday, and he had great conversations with the Bishop and the parish priest.
All in all, a great night out, and my sister's partner picked up the bill for us all!!