Dinner with friend || Cena con Amiga [Eng/Esp]
Yesterday, I decided to go out to dinner with a friend at a cozy little restaurant downtown. The place had that rustic charm I love: wooden tables, warm lighting, and a calming atmosphere. We ordered something simple but comforting, perfect for the cool evening.
They brought me a steaming bowl of chili con carne. It was topped with grated cheese that slowly melted over the thick, red surface of the stew. They garnished it with some chopped parsley, which added a touch of color. On the side, two slices of artisan bread were waiting to be dipped in the chili. As soon as I took my first bite, I knew I had chosen well: the blend of flavors was perfect, warm and full of spices.
My friend, sitting across from me in her gray sweater, had ordered a creamy soup, probably potato. Her bowl also came with bread and a generous layer of melted cheese on top, dotted with fresh chives. Every so often, she delicately lifted her spoon, as if savoring not only the flavor, but also the moment.
Between spoonfuls, we shared laughs and shared stories from the day. On the left, a small, fresh salad with lettuce, tomato, and red onion added some color to the table. Everything was simple, yet perfect. It was one of those dinners that aren't planned much, but that end up staying in your memory because of how good it feels.
Ayer decidí salir a cenar con una amiga a un pequeño restaurante acogedor del centro. El lugar tenía ese encanto rústico que me encanta: mesas de madera, luz cálida y un ambiente tranquilo. Pedimos algo sencillo pero reconfortante, ideal para la noche fresca que hacía.
Me trajeron un tazón humeante de chili con carne. Estaba cubierto con queso rallado que se derretía lentamente sobre la superficie roja y espesa del guiso. Lo adornaron con un poco de perejil picado, que le daba un toque de color. A un lado, dos rebanadas de pan artesanal esperaban ser sumergidas en el chili. Apenas tomé el primer bocado, supe que había elegido bien: la mezcla de sabores era perfecta, cálida y llena de especias.
Mi amiga, sentada frente a mí con su suéter gris, había pedido una sopa cremosa, probablemente de papa. Su tazón también venía con pan y una generosa capa de queso derretido encima, salpicada con cebollín fresco. Cada tanto levantaba la cuchara con delicadeza, como si saboreara no solo el sabor, sino también el momento.
Entre cucharadas, compartimos risas y pequeñas historias del día. A la izquierda, una pequeña ensalada fresca con lechuga, tomate y cebolla morada daba algo de color a la mesa. Todo era simple, pero perfecto. Era una de esas cenas que no se planean mucho, pero que terminan quedándose en la memoria por lo bien que se sienten.