I think — I’m not absolutely certain, but I believe — that this is the first date Greg and I have gone on where we left Sam home with a babysitter. We have gone out and left her with a babysitter before, but that was to go out with other people. This time it was just us. And it was a lot of fun. Yes, it was o lar.
They have their liquor license now, so you can have wine. And they have a new pizzaola who learned his craft at Keste, the Neapolitan pizza place in Manhattan. He’s good. Real good.
We were waiting at the bar and Miguel sent out a couple of scallops. So sweet, so tender.
And he also gave us a slice of a mistakenly ordered pizza. Fantastic.
We ordered the goat cheese croquettes:
A butternut squash salad with truffle dressing (needed a bit more acid, but very good):
A pizza with preserved lemons:
Bracing, but good. The crust was unbelievable.
And a bouillabaisse-y dish with a terrific broth. Mmmm.
And though we declined dessert, Miguel sent out a beautiful panna cotta anyway. We heart o lar.
Happy birthday Greg!
