Zero Otto Nove: Goldilocks'd on Arthur Avenue

When I was but a young child, I went camping with my parents deep in the woods of Maine.  While my folks were attending to the camp, I wandered, and was soon lost in the woods.  Despite much searching, I would never see my family again.  Fortunately, I was taken in by a family of bears who treated me as their own.  My new bear family was very good at telling stories, their favorite being the classic tale of bear-human conflict, “Goldilocks and the Three Bears”

I’m sure you have heard the story, but in case you haven’t (maybe you were raised by turkeys!), I will rehash it.  Goldilocks was a girl who some might describe as “intrusive”.  I’m sure her mother would say she was just “inquisitive” or a girl who “knew what she wanted”.  Anyway, Goldilocks is famous for breaking into the home of a typical bear family, eating their porridge, sitting in their chairs, and sleeping in their beds, all the while incessantly complaining about things being too hot/cold, big/small, soft/hard, et cetera.  In the end Goldilock’s narcissism caught up with her and the bears ate her. 

How does this relate to spoon-swapping?  I’ll tell you.  It all lies in the bane of the spoon-swapper:  The tiny “too small” dessert spoon, and its big brother the “too large” soup spoon.  These two will ruin your swap every time as they are completely and utterly un-swappable! 

Ordering soup at a restaurant as precursor to a swap is always risky, as the soup spoon is all too common.  Try swapping a standard issue spoon with one of these monsters and you might get away… but at the next joint, that big old soup spoon will stick out like a sore thumb!  So for this reason, soup is not the preferred route.  Much better to go with coffee or tea!  Nine times out of ten you’ll get a nice regular sized spoon with a cup of coffee… but it was not so when Ms. Dish and I visited Zero Otto Nove recently. 

Here at Zero Otto Nove, they serve their coffee with a little miniaturized spoon, ruining an otherwise fantastic meal!  We’d been Goldilocks’d by this “too-small” spoon!

Zero Otto Nove is on Arthur Avenue in the Bronx, an oasis of Italian ambiance!  There is no shortage of fine restaurants and bakeries in the area, so Ms. Dish and I vow to return for a proper swap.