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| - We are long time fans of Kevin Binkley. If he opened a restaurant in the men's bathroom at a Walmart, we would go. If he served us pate swimming in deer urine, we would eat it. We surrender our taste buds to his will as often as our wallets and waistlines will allow.
Bink's Midtown in casual joint tucked away in an almost-residential area. It's small, cozy, and intimate. Parking is pretty much valet only (unless you want to get vehicularly creative) so bring a few bucks for a tip.
The drinks were fantastic. The Farmer's Market Margarita was possibly the most complex margarita I've ever tasted. Magical tequila, cilantro, jalepeno, and other goodness in an unassuming glass - yes, please. The Strawberry Basil Lemonade was good - dangerously good.
My appetizer of beef risotto was delicious. Served with a dollop of creme fraiche, it was interesting and untraditional. My company raved about their octopus and plate of bone marrow.
The sand dabs cooked with brown butter and almonds were out of this world. Crispy on the outside and ridiculously tender on the inside... these folks know what to do with sea creatures.
My husband enjoyed the bolognese (which he's had many times at Cafe Bink) but was not as fond of this iteration. It was made with a garlic bread pudding and he felt there was just too much butter. (Apparently, too much butter is a thing.) My chocolate puddin' cake was tasty but not jaw droppingly interesting or delicious. It felt like it was missing a little something.
Our server was wonderful. Friendly, present without hovering, and quick to offer a suggestion.
We truly enjoyed ourselves and look forward to coming back.
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