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Mar. 25th, 2001
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Mar. 25th, 2001 05:59 pmWent to a good Italian restaurant last night. They told us it would be a 45 minute wait (normal for a Sat Nite in this part of town), but when an hour passed, I figured I'd check where we were on the list. Apparently, we weren't on the list -- we had accidentally been crossed off. So, we got the next table, which was a good one (and the manager gave us a couple of desserts after dinner to apologize). I was ready to never come back, after all, there are tons of good restaurants in Atlanta, but the food was really good. I may just have to take this guy's apology and try the place again.
Before Dinner: Dawn, Absolute Cosmopolitan. Me, Stoli Martini.
Appetizers: We shared mussels sauteed in garlic butter and white wine. They were excellent. Dawn hates mussels, and she had about a dozen of them -- we were either really hungry after the wait, or they really were as good as they seemed. Also, warm italian bread with an olive oil dipping sauce that included some very tasty herbs.
Main: Dawn, chicken grilled, then covered in a light garlic/butter/white wine sauce. The chicken breasts had been stuffed with cheese and butter. Fettecini alfredo on the side. Me, grilled shrimp over fettecini with sauteed mushrooms, lotsa garlic, butter, and an assortment of herbs. Both were fabulous.
Dessert: Dawn, tiramisu. Me, grappa.
I've never had grappa before, but I've been meaning to try it. I mean, I'll try anything once, and Earnest Hemmingway used to love the stuff (ol' Earnie and me are batting about .500 on similar tastes). It was....interesting. Good, but very herbish and almost bitter. Kinda like a watery brandy, but you could taste the grape skins and stems. I'm not sure I liked it, but I didn't dislike it. I'll have to try it a few more times before I decide, I think.
Here's what grappa is, according to some online wine distributer: "The vintners take the vine-press cake containing peels, pips, stalks (and sometimes the odd snail!) and let it soak with wine or alcohol. This process gives us a highly potent spirit that ages afterwards in barrels."
Before Dinner: Dawn, Absolute Cosmopolitan. Me, Stoli Martini.
Appetizers: We shared mussels sauteed in garlic butter and white wine. They were excellent. Dawn hates mussels, and she had about a dozen of them -- we were either really hungry after the wait, or they really were as good as they seemed. Also, warm italian bread with an olive oil dipping sauce that included some very tasty herbs.
Main: Dawn, chicken grilled, then covered in a light garlic/butter/white wine sauce. The chicken breasts had been stuffed with cheese and butter. Fettecini alfredo on the side. Me, grilled shrimp over fettecini with sauteed mushrooms, lotsa garlic, butter, and an assortment of herbs. Both were fabulous.
Dessert: Dawn, tiramisu. Me, grappa.
I've never had grappa before, but I've been meaning to try it. I mean, I'll try anything once, and Earnest Hemmingway used to love the stuff (ol' Earnie and me are batting about .500 on similar tastes). It was....interesting. Good, but very herbish and almost bitter. Kinda like a watery brandy, but you could taste the grape skins and stems. I'm not sure I liked it, but I didn't dislike it. I'll have to try it a few more times before I decide, I think.
Here's what grappa is, according to some online wine distributer: "The vintners take the vine-press cake containing peels, pips, stalks (and sometimes the odd snail!) and let it soak with wine or alcohol. This process gives us a highly potent spirit that ages afterwards in barrels."