This is not some enormous, glamorama, fancypants food cavern with a slick-as-sh-- bar scene and sex appeal. It's a cozy spot with delicious food from start to finish and the service ain't too shabby either.
Meatball sliders blah blah blah. I'll say this: my friend WJ barely eats red meat, let alone veal or pork, but even she eats the meatball sliders here because, yes, they are that good. And we almost stabbed each other over the cauliflower because it's worth maiming a friend of over 10 years for a simply prepared but really f-ing good side like that. If you decide not to try the lamb t-bone on at least one occasion, be prepared to get a little jealous and pissy that you missed out when you see it being served to someone at another table.
The wine list is one of those quality-not-quantity situations. You can tell the options are lovingly selected by people who respect how the right wine makes already good food even more velvety delicious, especially when one of the servers or managers comes by and knows what you're drinking (even if he/she didn't actually serve it directly to you) and asks how you like it and compares tasting notes with you in a non-obnoxious, douchey way.
Sure, it's annoying to get a reservation. But once you go there, you understand why. It's just not big enough for all the people who love to eat there. I just wish they would open a franchise in my living room.
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