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The experience from first to last was excellent. I was able to get a reservation on the patio on a Friday night with late notice. We showed up and there was plenty of free parking at the restaurant. We were greeted by a very friendly (but not obsequious) hostess and were seated immediately. The decor is very clean without feeling uptight — crisp white table linens, minimal decorations, intimate feeling. We ate on the patio which was LOVELY — quiet, nice trees and plants, fresh air, and relaxing. As for the food… this is where things got REALLY good. We started with the fried calamari: it was cooked to perfection — just enough to be fully cooked and flavorful without getting rubbery and bland. There were subtle seasonings on the calamari itself and it was paired with a mustard aoili (tasty) and a spicy tomato sauce (so good that once we finished the calamari we started eating the sauce with bread). I also had a caesar salad – the Parmesan shavings on it were from a particularly goo
First Impression: The wait staff and hostesses are all supermodels and hunky superstar lacrosse players/part-time Abercrombie models. There was a manager guy in a suit that looked like he stepped off the page of a Hugo Boss ad. THE CHEEKBONES ON THIS MAN. The staff was so good looking my lunchmate and I barely spoke to each other because we were busy staring around in awe and feeling super under dressed.Lunchmate: Dude Bobby is looking really good.Me: Bobby? How do you know his name? Is he wearing a name tag?Lunchmate: No, he just looks like a Bobby.Me: Yea, he’s got those veins on his forearms.Lunchmate: Yea he’s making me feel anxious.We eat in silence.Me: Do you realize we haven’t said more than ten words to each other because you’ve been staring at Bobby.Lunchmate (pretending to be Bobby, grabbing his shirt close to him and gesturing to reach over): Excuse my pecs, I’d like to grab your plate.Me: You want Bobby to grab something else, I suspect.End Scene.But serious
I’m officially on the Angelini crack wagon. It hasn’t even been 24 hours and I’m already craving to go back.I’ve been having a FML type of week and Angelini really knows how to satisfy a girl. Luckily I had the honor of coming with Erik (friend/neighbor/hunter/spearfisher) and he always raves about this place and sometimes he likes to bring in the fish/animals he’s hunted for the chefs to prepare. Nothing like eating your fresh killings. MmMm blood.Which would explain why everyone seemed to treat him family the moment we stepped in the door :DAt first glance, the tables at Angelini are extremely close to each other but later you don’t even notice it and you never feel cramped. We started off with some prosecco and a nice variety of bread and I browsed the menu in confusion. With full page of specials, I was overwhelmed before I even opened the real menu. So when E asked if we should just let the chef cook for us, I happily agreed. We decided that five courses would suffice and ye
