Guilty. This place is like a siren’s song. Go once and that’s it, you’re hooked.
We didn’t even MEAN to go here. The other place had a 45 minute wait on a Tuesday night at 8:30 p.m., for god’s sake, and our blood sugar was so low that there was no other alternative.
Here is the wine list. We studied it. We tasted it. The Cotes du Rhone remains my favorite of the three. Good deal, $7.50.
Here’s the mom in me, making sure we eat something green.
“Little Gems with Shaved Bartlett Pear, Spiced Walnuts, Laura Chenel Ranch”
Here’s the glutton in me, unwavering in my love of the highbrow/lowbrow dichotomy.
“Buffalo-Style Veal Sweetbreads, Celery Hearts, Carrots”
At this point my husband showed up, apparently he can’t resist the siren’s call of B&L, either. He tried the sandwich we had last time.
“Seared Sonoma Foie Gras BLT–B&L Bacon, Arugula, Yeung’s Tomatoes, Sourdough”
Our last dish, and of course we couldn’t leave without a sampling from Pasta Dave.
“Housemade Malloreddus–Oregon Lobster Mushrooms, Tasso, Prawns”
The Man also had a smoked salmon plate.
We’ve got to find a cheaper and less caloric alternative to homework. This class is gonna kill me.