Fine. But what is the name of the restaurant?
The name is Fiola.
What's it like?
Let's see. Their online menu is too fancy-pants to be useful. Too tiny script font to read. Prices not listed. Expect to pay quite a lot. But then, Sunday family dinners are $55.00 per guest. That's not so bad.
Here's Yelp, more helpful with 1,184 photos and I must say they all look luscious. We see the outside of the restaurant, the inside seating and their entire menu over a few years. I should never do this when I'm hungry. Everything looks great. Everything looks too small. I'd need at least two or three of everything. This is why longtime pols are so fat.
Most photos show the chefs like to stack food. Height is the aim. You get something tall with a lot of blank plate area. As framed art. Then swimming in sauces and sprinkled with bits of micro sprouts, tiny flowers and herbs. They're big on edible flowers. Their tableware is very nice. Their chefs are artists at heart. Everything is a tiny self-contained masterpiece of visible flavors and colors you can taste.
Except when it's not.
The lobster ravioli is popular, and it's something that can be made at home nothing more artistic than chopped chive dots and unusually pinched ravioli.
Here's another great idea we can steal. I meant to say "adopt" just now. Roasted Brussels sprouts with pancetta and butternut squash in crema. All shoved in a cup instead of spread out on a plate.
Side dish of Yukon gold potato puree and pane fritto, let's say, breadcrumbs and bacon. We can do this. Make mashed potatoes more wet than usual with butter and cream. Consider the addition of roasted garlic or horseradish, or both. Then serve in a small bowl instead of a mound on a plate.
Come on. We can do this.
Lobster bisque.
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We need a restaurant critic here.
PS Things like this make even The One True Ted an object of empathy.
There's been another claim of the brutishness of Brother Bret. No rape (I guess they figure that's not flying), but he made a "hard pass" (whatever that might be) at a woman after the left a DC nightspot. Supposedly witnesses, but no names.
So miraculous 2 of these show up the night before Dr I Can't Remember's testimony. She's also in a spot of trouble. Her polygraph test has turned out to be a joke and her opening statement is about as disjointed as we've come to expect.
Tomorrow should be interesting.
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