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I met a girlfriend a couple of weeks ago at Lago and we sat at the bar. She had whiskey and I chose a fancy drink with lemonade and honey and I don't know what else. Nor do I care, it was just really good. The bartender was a doll. Delightful personality, fast on the draw, exactly the type you want behind the bar representing your restaurant. As a matter of fact everyone who worked there couldn't have been more welcoming and pleasant. I read so many reviews on Yelp where the food is excellent but the attitude of the bartenders, servers, hosts and hostesses (do they still call them that? Am I politically incorrect, like calling a flight attendant a stewardess?) ruins the entire experience. Here this is not the case. We got the menu, and I loved that they had full plates and half plates. We both got the Caesar salad and it was the best I've had in years. My friend got a couple of meatballs with sauce. I got the pasta with one meatball. I never thought a little ball of meat could make me so happy. It was tasty, the sauce had a little after-kick, and most important to me, I didn't find any surprises. No little hard things, bits of bone, gristle, or whatever else a ball of meat can have to offer. That was one smooth meatball. This will be my last review for Lago because I don't want to be a bore. I'm just going back for more meatballs and that's all I'll ever order in the future. My tastes are very pedestrian. I don't like bone marrow, pig face, anything like that. Just give me a Lago meatball and I'll be very happy.
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