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Arrived at Lago on a late Saturday night (9/26/2015) for drinks and dinner. Excellent waterfront location, complete with a fireworks show at the mouth of Lake Erie. The high points end there.
Stewed* calamari was okay, with small rings served in a tomato sauce so thin that dipping table bread was required for consumption . Ordered a variety of flatbread pizzas, which was a mistake.
Unlike the excellent gourmet grilled pizzas of Al Forno (Providence, RI), or even Trade (Boston, MA), in which light, crunchy crusts supplement simple (or fancy) ingredients, Lago's crusts were nearly concrete. Even after vigorous sawing with a steak knife to reduce the size of pre-sliced pieces, each chunk took dedicated chewing with water or wine to soften the bite enough to be swallowed. Similarly, cheese and toppings were dessicated by the cooking process, eliminating any saving sense of flavor. In summary, I ate garlic-flavored hard tack.
Unable to eat the pizza, I ordered more wine. Maybe this is their business plan? Or maybe this is why Johnny Football remains an alcoholic.
*Edit made post proprietor comment. Admit mistake made on memory of calamari. Flatbread pizza, however, was fundamentally bad. Comparisons were meant to indicate that it is indeed possible to not botch this menu item.
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