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| - I ride my bike along College almost every day on the way to work, so I've had a good look at many of the restaurants without actually trying them.
Little Italy! Unfortunately it's not a good idea to drink wine and ride a bike, and no Italian food is truly complete without a nice glass of red. So I hadn't had a chance to try anything as I sped by each day.
Eventually, through careful deliberation, I got to the hood without the bike, and faced an abundance of possible candidates for saturday lunch. I originally intended to make it to Kensington Market to try one of the Mexican places, but as my wife so admirably reminded me.... "Don't plan so much. Be spontaneous." I tried to tell her "But they have such good reviews on yelp."
Alas, we got to Il Gatto Nero first, and I had wanted to try it anyways. C'est la vie. Little did she know it also has good reviews on yelp. Muhaha.
I wouldn't have known what Il Gatto Nero actually meant, but there is a little picture on the sign sort of like the 'bat symbol' with a black cat on a yellow background for the linguistically challenged. But hey....I know in french it's "La chat noir!" What can I say? I'm not completely hopeless.
We sat on the patio, which was very nice. It wasn't overly busy, and we had our choice between tables in the sun or the shade. It was fairly charming.
We both ordered pizza, as there were many to choose from. She had one with mushrooms, salami, and hot peppers. Mine was a more basic cheese, and basil.
We also had some red wine with it. Their wine was pretty expensive I thought - nothing for less than $30 per bottle. It always amazes me how restaurants sell a $12-15 bottle of wine for like $30-40 or more. But as a rule of thumb, you can expect to pay about double the cost of alcohol when drinking out. So I suppose it's not that amazing. I'm just cheap.
After I received my wine and begun to mull, I remarked that it almost felt like Paris. Almost.... except for the huge hyper-market across the street and hundreds of cars whizzing down the street.
The pizza was absolutely smashing. I'm not actually sure what was so great about it. It was sort of an intangible. But my guess would be the crust. It possessed the same sweet smell of a good bakery early in the morning, when they've just made something delightful. Plus the combination of toppings was great. It all fit perfectly.
I would go back to Il Gatto Nero in a heartbeat. But there are really so many great places along there to try.
We did make it to Kensington afterwards, slightly buzzed from the red wine. It was wonderful. I picked out two great dress shirts for like $8 each at a 2nd hand shop on Augusta. Love Kensington. Wish it was pedestrian-only though! Why does anyone want to drive a car through there? Will this city never learn?
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