fine dining

I remember vividly
the four petite
raviolis on my large
white plate.
new York city.
fine dining.
I kept looking for
the big steaming
bowl in the middle
of the table
for four more.
where's the meat balls,
the bread,
the salad, not these
strange green leafs
arranged
like a wreathe
with one or two
cherry tomatoes
and parsley.
thankfully ray's original
pizza was right
next door.