This is a going to be a long one, so if you don't want to read the whole thing, I will summarize nicely here. The fixed menu is $75. We spent about $50 each on drinks. Worth every penny. Food is delicious, staff is friendly, wine is great.
So I tried to book a table earlier in the week for Saturday night. They only have eleven tables apparently, so they were booked. But they put me on the wait list. Called me on Friday, but I missed the call because I was in a meeting. They gave the table away again, but they called 24 hours later with another cancellation. I guess the lesson here is get on the waiting list. People cancel.
I never go to northwest, so I didn't really judge the amount of time I needed to get there. Tip. If you go down P St, the next cross street is one way. Go past it, do right, right, right and there's a spot that's marked no parking. But it's not. It's diplomatic parking M-F during the daytime. It's a good get. Yes, that's right. My reviews are that good.
So because of my excellent parking skills and my terrible understanding of distance we showed up like 20 minutes before our reservation. The table wasn't ready yet, bar was full. It's a little restaurant. I might have been upset, but they sat us out on the stoop and we drank prosecco for 20 minutes. Better than that, we drank on the house. Felt a little weird drinking wine on the porch watching flocks of identically dressed people walk past, but I survived.
So anyway, we got seated. We had like four waitresses. All very friendly. They brought out antipasti, which is, apparently, Italian for appetizers. Not a single person in that restaurant was speaking Italian. I know Tarzan learned to speak French from a phonograph record and read English from a Bible, but he was a fictional character. I don't know why people were writing in Italian and speaking in English. But they were.
There were a bunch of different little appetizers. They started with some almonds which I'm told were roasted in fennel and olive oil. They were crunchy, but I don't think that's particularly special. I mean, most nuts are crunchy.
Then they brought out bread and mozzarella. Not together. There was bread, which was good, but bread is bread. The mozzarella was just a big piece of cheese on a plate with pepper and olive oil. It was pretty fantastic, very soft and cheesy. Sorry. I don't have a developed vocabulary for describing cheese. Trust me though, it was good and cheesy. Olive oil and pepper obviously gets soaked up by bread. That's a pretty basic thing that happens with food. You probably didn't need me to explain to you that you should do that. But apparently there are people out there writing and speaking in different languages who may or may not have been raised by jungle gorillas. So, if that's you, and the language you read happens to be English, then you should know that in civilized society, people often dip bread in olive oil and pepper. It's a sight better than grubworms and bananas or whatever it is you grew up eating.
After that they brought out some sort of mutant nubby cauliflower which was inexplicably green. I thought cauliflower was white. It was done up in roasted garlic and breadcrumbs. Seriously exceptional garlic flavor. There was zucchini egg pie that was served cold. Not what I expected. Actually the only thing that didn't impress me. I guess it's kind of a gamble though. I mean, when someone brings you like ten things in a row to eat, odds are one of them won't be insanely delicious.
There was shrimp next. But this was no ordinary shrimp. This was the platonic ideal of a shrimp. Fried, juicy, with fresh squeezed lemon and a lemon mayonnaise cocktail sauce that exploded with lemon fresh goodness in my mouth. Like a little crustacean oral orgasm. I recommend it.
There were lamb meatballs, which were pretty damn delicious. Some sort of red sauce highlighting a great meatiness that was just fantastic. I know, I know. I ate some poor ewe's child. I'm sure if she was in any way sentient, she'd hate me. But she's a sheep. Sheep is a basic euphemism for mindlessness, so I'm not really worried about retaliation.
I think there were some other ones. Maybe one more? Can't remember. I didn't write this down. If I had though, you can bet it would have been in English. The first course, I had a pasta dish. It was the long flat kind, with a ton of butter and huge heapings of fresh jumbo crap mixed in. My friend had quail and wild mushroom. The mushrooms were fantastic, all little and red. I wouldn't have eaten them if I'd have found them in the forest. But if a complete stranger puts them on a plate and charges money for them, I just chow down. It's a miracle any of us survive long enough to die of cancer. But this restaurant gets a whole extra star for not killing me with poisonous mushrooms.
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