What the heck was I talking about in my last review of this place? Apparently I was a 70 year old woman in 2011 who couldn't handle noise? Weird. Moving on...
This place is as solid as the bank vault you can reserve at the back of the restaurant. It's as strong as the nose that sits atop it. It's lovely, and is no longer the coolest kid in the neighbourhood, so on a Thursday at 8pm I didn't have to wait for a table.
I had their salad of the day (fennel can do no wrong), their linguini carbonara (creamy and yoke-y) and their piece de resistence: the osso bucco. Fall of the bone jus-soaked perfection. The gentleman across from me had pulled pork wrapped in ribeye with gorgonzola sauce and gravy. I'm not a pulled pork person, but it looked pretty epic.
PEPPER'S PISSED about their wine mark up. It's a bit much, Nose.