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| - If you want to mix and mingle with the old boys get your Rat Pack inspired self to Johhny's.
THE SERVICE: Old School. Everything is taken care of. Could it be that the head of my party was the Sinatra of the local Pack? Possibly. It's likely that he received extra extra special attention in a place known for extra special attention.
NB: Be very specific when you order your cocktail. I ordered a 21 year old Balvenie with 1/2 shot of water. The waitress kept asking me if I wanted soda. Eeeek no. When it came, it was served to me in a tumbler filled with ICE. What horror. Honestly, who serves single malts with soda or ice? To the waitress' credit, when she saw the look of consternation on my face, she whisked it away and brought me a proper glass of Balvenie with a water back for me to add myself.
THE ATMOSPHERE: Old boy, Rat Pack elegant. Dark wood. Low lighting. Waiters in full length aprons. Old chums in fedoras gathering to banter and sing. Delightful.
THE FOOD: This is a good place to take your parents. And I mean that in the best possible way. The food is upscale, good, but not challenging. Mum and dad will enjoy their meal thoroughly without wondering how exactly to navigate the presentation. I had the halibut piccatta with a lobster potato hash. The halibut was perfectly seared on the outside, if a little dry. The lobster was succulent, but the potatoes were woefully undercooked. My salad of warm greens, dried cherries, walnuts and goat cheese with a balsamic vinagrette was rich and complex, if a little heavy handed with the garlic and balsamic. I was told that the lamb chops are divine.
I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing Johnny's.
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