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| - Black Skirt is beautiful. It's the type of place that gets your eyes darting in all directions at all the splendiferous fixtures. Like the chrome desk fan hanging from the ceiling, or the old fashioned school desk full of chocolates, or an antiqued-ladder draped with a palermo soccer flag. It's a cosy, classic space that stretches way back.
The service also, is excellent. Our kindly server was quick with recommendations and honest suggestions about the menu and wine list. It's definitely refreshing when they don't automatically jump to the costliest wine on the menu.
My DC and I were famished, so we were excited to get some appetizers. My goat cheese and beet salad was fabulous; I feel like the chevre was a cut above what I'm used to. My date got the lamb speducci (skewers) which came drenched in garlic olive oil and were really tender. I liked these a lot.
I was pretty juiced on getting the Sicilian pasta (spaghetti and anchovies in a dill olive oil sauce) but I was convinced by our server to get a sausage penne special. After all, it's not always on the menu. True, but this was a Big Mistake. I pretty much hated it, and really I wish there was a nicer way to put it. She had noted that the sausage was going to be mild not spicy, but to me it was almost flavourless. I killed it with salt to no avail. I maybe ate a third of it.
I feel pretty bad having to say all that. They had so much momentum up until that point, that I was sure that our mains were going to be a hole in one. Far from it. I'd like to give them a higher rating (for their excellent ambience and service) but ultimately a beet salad can't salvage a lacklustre entree. I will definitely give them another shot.
Obligatory Title Pun: This SKIRT fell a little short.
Menu Readability: Laminated sheet on a clipboard.
Need to mention: The window facing bar becomes a communal table at night. Great for groups.
What this place teaches me about myself: The opening act might be good, but I came for the headliner.
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