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| - I'm not sure what the highlight of our evening at Lavo was. It was, to put it simply, stellar. Our waitress was incredibly friendly and the service, in general, was excellent. Shortly after arriving, we were brought some of that legendary garlic bread wrapped in foil with a ramekin of marinara sauce. It lived up to its reputation. The drinks were quite good, although my Lavotini(?) was a bit too passionfruit-y for me. My husband's* Amaro Is Another Day was divine. The DJ who spun that night was quite talented and my brain exploded into candy when he played Modjo "Lady," my jam during a Caribbean cruise my junior year of high school.
Dinner arrived quickly. I ordered the chicken and mushroom ravioli which were flavorful and had a satisfying texture, topped with greens. Mike's crispy chicken and potatoes with a balsamic glaze was equally delicious, however our entrees were subsequently outshined by dessert.
La pièce de résistance: OREO ZEPPOLE! These were even better than the street fair favorite deep-fried Oreos, especially when dunked into the glass of vanilla malt they came with. We were given five of them on a plate upon which that the chef had etched "Congratulations" with chocolate syrup plus the malt had a candle in it.
I had my doubts about checking out Lavo after reading some of the questionable reviews of the NYC location, however, after eating at the fabulous sister restaurant Avra a few weeks ago and hearing how good the food would be, I decided it deserved a visit. When I asked Mike last night what he wanted for dinner tonight, he said, "Can we go back to Lavo?" At least his second choice was my homemade quiche, and I would welcome any opportunity to return to this sexy resto-lounge that is sexy in both atmosphere and vibe. For one thing, the ricotta and Kobe meatball may require our investigation.
*That was my first time referring to him as such in a Yelp review. : D
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