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| - The facade of this place is a daily fixture in my life, but I first set foot in it very recently. The name always confounded me, for some reason, maybe because I just wasn't paying attention. Had I known it meant "the black cat", I would have maybe gone in sooner. What? I have a black cat, you know.
The inside is way more spacious than I always assumed. I went on a Friday, and it was pretty packed. I had no idea it was such a spot (as Anna V. mentioned). Anyway, the service was exceptionally friendly, and the food was delicious. My friend's goat cheese pizza had a remarkably tangy sauce and my gnocchi Gorgonzola was heavenly.
Great martinis, too. Not too vodka-y tasting and such a smooth mix of flavours. I'm not used to paying $10 or more for a drink (not since I went to New York), but they were so good (and I was feeling so indulgent) that I had two.
...Oh yeah, and the cat silhouettes on each corner of the table made me swoon.
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