For dinner, We tried this new cute little Italian place, Baba, that just opened by my apartment. NOT ONLY were we blessed with a trio of types of olives, delicious stinky cheese and prosciutto, and an array of weird/ yummy salads featuring cauliflower, fennel, shaved brussel sprouts and possibly beets – but then ALSO, the friendly chef gifted my Mom with a birthday surprise: a poached pear with fig whipped cream, with a special message etched in what APPEARED to be A1 steak sauce, but was ACTUALLY aged balsamic. And so, we ate everything ever.