What a mess we were tonight.
Intoxicated, loud, spilled beverages FOUR times all over the table.
I’m 99% sure that 100% of our fellow patrons DESPISED us.
As well as our waitress and manager who paid us a visit on several occasions.
Captain kept begging him to try the wines she had brought in from Paso Robles, which he finally did.
I’m not sure if we were treated like VIP’s or dangerous felons to be handled with care until the police could be notified.
A.K. was the star of the show, tonight. Thankfully, he travels with his own soap box.
He would dominate the conversation with ramblings of our pending group trip to hike Mt. Kilimanjaro while smashing his wine glass to bits (much to the chagrin of the white shirt he was married in) and then spilling the creamer and then his entire cup of coffee just before our exit.
And then I spilled an entire glass of water. At least it’s clear!
Now, about the actual restaurant.
First the good news.
The places is crazy cute, love the french bistro vibe. If I lived closer, I’d come here for wine and convo.
The service was excellent, we should have given the gal a $450 tip for how we behaved.
And if you’re reading this, nice waitress, I apologize.
And Mom, if you’re reading this, it was everyone else. Not me.
Now, the bad news. I was really disappointed in my spaghetti with grande meat ball. The meatball was straight up burnt. And there wasn’t enough sauce to re-moisten it.
We ended up disecting chunks of the meteor-esque meat croquette ball and soaking it in the very tasty vodka sauce of another dish.
Everything else was tasty so I won’t go all melodramatic on you about how this was the worst night of my life as a result of a burned ball of meat.
I’ll be fine. Eventually.
7910 W 3rd St
Los Angeles, CA 90048