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| - Dearest Fiamma,
I apologize. For years I ignored you and assumed you were the typical tourist restaurant, overpriced and not really that good. And besides, I typically don't enjoy Italian food all that much. But when I went to you for my hunger needs on Monday night, I discovered why so many people are talking about you.
You were doing a $30.09 set menu for Restaurant Week... I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was two days ago. The crispy black tiger prawns in red pepper tocco sauce were perfect. The carne e mare skewers had the most tender slices of beef and perfect bits of lobster. The raviolini and agnolotti were a fantastic main course, even though I'm not a pasta guy. The fusilli was the only thing I didn't care for, but the rest of my party liked it.
Now I know you're probably a little mad at me that I didn't finish my dessert. How am I supposed to do that when you stuffed me earlier? I got a bite of the tartufo, the panna cotta, and the tiramisu. Again, not my thing, but my party liked it.
I hope to visit you, soon, but Ms. American Express won't be very happy if I do.
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