Weinstein & Gavino's
I had a pretty good lunch here a few months ago with Banger, so I let Special K talk me into going for dinner here one night last week. The dinner I had was not quite as good as the lunch. A big turnoff for me is the pounding decibel level of the music at this place, especially if you eat or drink at the bar on the lower level. However, we ate upstairs which is noticeably quieter and suitable for dinner conversation.
SK and I were joined by Voyager, Rumpleforeskin and Cloudsurf. I ordered a mixed greens salad, linguini with white clam sauce and for dessert, the apple cobbler a la mode. The only thing I really enjoyed was the apple cobbler. The veggies in the salad were not fresh, the dressing was weak and the pasta can best be described as very average tasting, with unusually tiny clams.
At least the conversation was interesting. Rumpleforeskin persisted with his aggressive efforts to recruit me to join him on a tour of FKK spas in Germany. Though well intentioned and well articulated, Rumples' recruiting pitch, at least as to me, was as misguided as a Steve Blass curveball, and ultimately was significantly less successful than the Yankees' efforts at recruiting Andy Pettite back into their rotation for 2008. Cloudsurf and Voyager were both caught up in discussing their recent hobbyist adventures (any claims by Cloudsurf of having retired were clearly belied by his recent escapades). It seems like at these gatherings, Special K is the only one of us levelheaded enough to monitor the tone and language used in conversation, lest it go badly astray within earshot of eavesdropping ears.
I had a pretty good lunch here a few months ago with Banger, so I let Special K talk me into going for dinner here one night last week. The dinner I had was not quite as good as the lunch. A big turnoff for me is the pounding decibel level of the music at this place, especially if you eat or drink at the bar on the lower level. However, we ate upstairs which is noticeably quieter and suitable for dinner conversation.
SK and I were joined by Voyager, Rumpleforeskin and Cloudsurf. I ordered a mixed greens salad, linguini with white clam sauce and for dessert, the apple cobbler a la mode. The only thing I really enjoyed was the apple cobbler. The veggies in the salad were not fresh, the dressing was weak and the pasta can best be described as very average tasting, with unusually tiny clams.
At least the conversation was interesting. Rumpleforeskin persisted with his aggressive efforts to recruit me to join him on a tour of FKK spas in Germany. Though well intentioned and well articulated, Rumples' recruiting pitch, at least as to me, was as misguided as a Steve Blass curveball, and ultimately was significantly less successful than the Yankees' efforts at recruiting Andy Pettite back into their rotation for 2008. Cloudsurf and Voyager were both caught up in discussing their recent hobbyist adventures (any claims by Cloudsurf of having retired were clearly belied by his recent escapades). It seems like at these gatherings, Special K is the only one of us levelheaded enough to monitor the tone and language used in conversation, lest it go badly astray within earshot of eavesdropping ears.
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