After a lunch at Lupa (perhaps I'll write about those ricotta gnocchi later, but I don't yet know how to descrbe such as they), and some sitting time at home to digest and watch Maltese try to pick a fight with Australian Shepherd, it was decided that something sweet was in order.
I suggested Il Laboratorio del Gelato (which, co-workers down in DC informed me, was apparently involved in an Apprentice episode recently), but Mom wanted pastry of some sort.
There's no arguing with Mom. And, if you've read the subject of the post, you know where I led the lady.
I had a blueberry-almond tart; she had chocolate-pear. Mine was great, hers was better.