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Even gluttons have rules. “NO CHEESE ON SEAFOOD” being one of them at this Olde City BYOB. There is even a diagram if you didn’t understand the ardor of this warning from the all-caps—as seen in my horrible photo. The mood lighting is indeed very low there, not good for pictures, but certainly good for romance. I did not bring someone to romance, thank you very much for asking, but I did impress my granddad with a mastery of Italian pronunciation, as all the dishes are aptly named in their native tongue. True to its name, you should also know they’re all really servin’ up the portions for gluttons, charging extra as a sharing fee if you dare let another mouth near your fork. But the owners aren’t the “fasciste” I’m making them out to be. The whole atmosphere was quite playful, and a small band of djembe and guitar started to play as we left (a Wednesday night staple). And they were good.
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