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| - Let me just go ahead and curate the perfect evening for you at Posto.
You walk in and you're greeted by Sammy, whose whole face lights up as if you're a long lost friend. He's so delighted to see you and you know you've made the right decision to come here this evening. Good job, Anastasia B.
Once seated, reward yourself with a drink. You can share a bottle of wine if you're civilized or keep the whole thing to yourself if you're not. Have a cocktail or three. They make 'em good.
Start with an order of perogies. "But my family grew up making homemade Ukrainian perogies," you weakly protest. Your grandma doesn't make them this good, and she would agree. Also these come with bacon jam. So maybe get two orders; they're big but there's only three and it's probably unlucky to split a perogy.
Order a salad. There's a truckload of carbs coming your way so you'll want to cut that goodness with some greens. Or more alcohol.
Order a couple of pizzas. Yes, there's a wait. The pizzas are lovingly made to order before they're placed into their wood-fired oven. That's why we ordered the appetizers whilst your pies are grilled to fruition. Get the pizza number 3: spinach, shallot, garlic, wild mushroom, and grana padano. Pretty orgasmic. By now you've had a few to drink and you're feeling pretty good so you add prosciutto and an egg. Sammy knowingly smiles, maybe there's even a wink. You bask in his approval. Order this pizza again and you'll need a cold shower afterwards.
Speaking of happy endings, there's dessert! For $6 or $8... I forget, it's pretty hazy after a bottle. Anyway. For a nominal fee, you can leave your dessert fate up to the Posto Gods and they'll create the perfect ending to your perfect date.
Fin.
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