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| - The wife and I recently visited Flying Fig for a late evening dinner after a long day of digging out from the previous nights blizzard. I was pretty surprised to find that the place was mostly empty at 10PM on a Friday, but I guess a lot of that can be chalked up the weather and a metric tonne of things going on in town that evening.
The sparsely populated dining room and bar were actually a welcome sight, having just come from a fun, but over-crowded gathering, and after we made ourselves comfortable in our booth we got down to the business of trying to decide what to order.
I suppose that to say I've heard great things about Flying Fig is an understatement, and for certain friends, it has been their favorite restaurant in town for years. Finally having a chance to take it all in in person proved they at least had a very solid argument.
I ended up ordering the lamb shank, and the wife ordered the burger and when they arrived I'm pretty sure our eyes popped out of our heads. My lamb shank looked as if it might have been a prop from the Flintstones, and my wife's burger looked mouth-wateringly good (as did the accompanying mound of fries and onion rings). Both dishes tasted even better than they looked and it wasn't long before they had disappeared completely.
The service was friendly and efficient. As I said earlier, it seemed as if we might have hit on a relatively dead night, but I feel confident we would have received the same treatment had we come at a busier time.
In my opinion, Flying Fig has earned every word of praise I've heard about it, and I can't wait to go back.
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