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| - It's the little things that make places bad or good or even great. Big things matter, but if you don't have the finishing touches down you are just going to be average. It doesn't matter how well a wall is painted if there's little spots of paint on the trim. 99% of a mirror can be clean, but the one thumb print is the thing that you'll notice.
V Picasso has the nicest bathroom I've ever seen! Pushing open the ornate wooden door leads you into a place that I felt guilty urinating in. I saw this piece of art on the wall, that made me feel bad for pissing in. The ceilings looked as though they were covered in ornate copper. The sink made me feel bad for having sullied my hands. I can't imagine taking a poop in here, because the door that you shut in the stall is a miniature version of the bathroom door. This must be how kings poop! It's not some fake imitation wood either, or plastic molded to look like wood, this door is heavy and it's artfully crafted. The room was spotless as well. When you care that much about how the friggin bathroom looks, you will definitely be in for a treat for the other things... you know, like the food.
When I came in, I was offered the food and drink menu. It was my first time here, and I don't think any of the wait staff knew me. I looked at the draft selection, which didn't make a difference to me because it's all wine, and then looked at the bottles in front of me. I decided on a St. Bernadus Abt. 12. An excellent beer. They have others, not too many, probably about a dozen to choose from, ranging from Bud Light, up to the St.B 12. Most of the beers were either 4,5 or 7 bucks. Which isn't horrible. They had Triptych Can listed on the menu, but Triptych won't be canning again until the new canning line comes on. Initially I wasn't sure of what to eat. I thought back to a Smile Politely article from a couple of months ago about how to be a man (or something similar), and it recommended "get the special". I asked what the special was, and it sounded great, even though I have no idea the words that he said. When I found out it was some sort of fish... I went with the steak. (probably pictured below). I asked "who was in the kitchen" and the bartender said "Eric M". So, I ordered the steak rare. "Eric M" was just out of the kitchen moments before surveying the crowd before I got there (the crowd of 1 table), and so when an order for a steak rare printed out, he came out of the kitchen to see who the new person was. He smiled as he came over, and told me "heck, it's probably done already for you virgil". It was served with a Brussels sprouts and potato cubes in a cream sauce, with some red peppers on top. Cooked excellent, lightly seasoned. It was a big ass T-bone. As I ate, Mookie and I told stories of everything to the giant bartender. Gabe was also in the kitchen. It's a radio reunion kitchen. Executive Chef Adam, Mookie, Gabe... the good times are here. For some reason I was still hungry after the big ass steak, (probably because I didn't pick it up and chew on the bone like I would of were I at the house, (they told me it was ok to do so, as I pretty much had the place to myself) but I didn't, not because I didn't want to be "that guy" at the restaurant, so much as I would have needed a shower to get all of the juices and sauces out of my beard) so I asked for a recommendation, Mooke offered a couple of items, until we both settled on the scotch egg. Which is possibly the greatest invention ever. A local egg (not sure which farm), that's basically turned into a deviled egg, and wrapped in sausage. I could probably go broke eating those.
Basically, if you want to eat like a king, and do your bodily functions in a room thats nicer than anything in your house, go to V Picasso.
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