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| - so, like many of the other reviewers, my family (parents, in particular) saw this restaurant on Restaurant Impossible.
as my mother prepared to graduate from Grand Canyon University with her double major in Special Ed and Elementary Ed (can you tell i am proud?) we prepared for a trek across the U.S. for a mere 3 days, to force her walk across the stage in a cap in gown.
we made reservations for 7:30 p.m. on Friday evening and somehow, even after the long drive -- or what seemed to be like a long drive, hey! it's the desert -- we were early. we were sat immediately outside in a corner table. a party of 5 we ordered a bottle of wine as i tweeted away to Robert Irvine, the host of Restaurant Impossible. ecstatic when he tweeted back to me, he told me to say hi to Gasper and Maria. at the conclusion of dinner, we asked our server to say hi (i was fulfilling Robert's request, okay? i'm not always this toursity-- have you seen those arms? i'm not going to cross those!). Gasper came over in his whites and Maria with her smile and glasses on her head. as i showed them the tweet, they were so excited. you can feel the warmth and true love they have for the hospitality industry and how proud they are of their restaurant. that, my friends, in itself is a great reason to dine there.
now. the food.
the bread was delicious as i cheated on my diet the entire time i was in AZ. 2 orders of calamari later, with empty plates, we definitely enjoyed it. we are calamari-loving italian family, and we've certainly had our fair share of terrible calamari.
my dad had the clams linguine. what looked like a small portion was not.
mom and sister split the prosciutto flatbrea pizza and my mom thought it was amazing.
GG also had a flatbread pizza that she devoured.
now, as for me. laugh all you want. if charcuterie is an option on a menu, i'm ordering it. no questions asked. so i did. i was pleasantly surprised at the amount and variety of meat AND they even had not one, but TWO cheeses on the board -- this was not an additional request, but many restaurants make you have the cheese separate. what ag great surprise and worth every.single.calorie (i just need to remember that at the gym this week).
post-photo, maria insisted on her homemade chocolate cake although we were going to forego dessert. oh well. i dont even usually like chocolate. and i definitely ate it.
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