Let me set the scene: We’re at Misi—the set-your-Resy-alerts-on-high, pray-for-a-table, blow-your-mind-good pasta restaurant someplace in Williamsburg—the day after the day after Christmas. I am carrying all my new post-Christmas sale buys (all of that are white as a result of that is what’s on sale proper now). We’re drinkin’, we’re laughin’, we’re havin’ a good time, anxiously awaiting our tortelli…after which one thing occurs. I am not fairly positive what—it was a little bit of a blur. Was it some spontaneous brussel sprout appetizer explosion? An errant fork lastly making a run for it? More seemingly than not, one thing slipped out of somebody’s hand and the subsequent factor I do know, I have been splattered with half a glass of crimson wine. (A scrumptious Italian mix—disgrace to waste it on my shirt.)
Listen, there are extra essential issues in life than the sanctity of a vivid white T-shirt. That stated…the very variety supervisor at Misi introduced over a big bottle of Wine Away, my new favourite magnificence product, cleansing staple, laundry detergent, and journey important. This is what they hold within the kitchen, she stated, once they inevitably splash wine on themselves within the strategy of being very attentive servers. And I am going to affirm: This is the simplest stain remover I’ve ever used. Spots drenched on this stuff flip inexperienced instantly (which, bizarre—appears like they flip into mould, however be affected person) and in a single day, virtually disappear. I have no idea the magic of how—and truthfully, I do not plan on trying into it. Some issues are too good to want clarification. And do not take it from me—take it from the employees at Brooklyn’s most interesting restaurant. And additionally my shirt that is starkly white once more.
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