Came here for a drink with my BFF Arlene. Very Paris bistrot, by the Colosseum. I have to say that my cocktail, special of the week called the “Honky Tonk,” was lovely. St. James Blanc (I still have no idea what this is, but I think it must be some kind of cream liqueur), raspberry, sage, lemon, sugar, and cocoa powder on top.
This is what it looks like when it’s all gone:
The cocktail was served with a trendy little plate of munchies. The potato chips tasted like they were made there in the kitchen. They were actually kind of soggy/greasy, but in the end that was kind of good for soaking up the alcohol.
Unfortunately no one explained to me what the heck was on the plate, so I dove into that little cup with pistachios thinking it was some kind of sweet cream mousse or something, and got a rude awakening when it was kind of pungent and salty. I later overheard a waiter explaining to another customer that it was I believe a pecorino mousse. Hence the salty flavor. I have to say I wasn’t a big fan. But maybe it’s because I was expecting it to be sweet.
Bartender Giorgio was fun, just call me “George,” he says, and come to find out mom is British, and he marveled at how UK mom and Roman dad are still married after all these years. God bless them! I love it! At the end of the evening he posed for me, very come-hither-ish style:
Lots of the “pretty people” here, and I wouldn’t necessarily take a visiting guest looking for Roman cooking, but the trendy atmosphere is fun for a once-in-a-while break from the ordinary. The whole menu-as-newspaper and the vintage graphic design are fun. I sat at the bar by the cash register and the house phone was ringing off the hook…lots of people making reservations here. And, they have my favorite snob gin, Hendrick’s (infused with cucumbers and rose petals). That in and of itself is cool.
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