Mi amiciiii come stai?
Linguini B back in a fancifully first class manner, per usual. Lemme do you all some respect and follow a legitimate sequence of logic this time around, or at least pretend to do so.
Ambiance:
~~ What really is an ambiance? Can you really describe it? You can describe an atmosphere. You can categorize it by pressure and other relevant metrics; however, an ambiance is not an atmosphere. An ambiance is a feeling. To describe a feeling is a harder task. So for you, I will describe the atmosphere and shall hint towards my feelings in order for you to grasp the majority of the picture. ~~
A small-to-medium sized dining spot. When you first take steps into the cafe, you are met by a glimmer of light at all angles. Setting the stage immediately for you, the protagonist, to enjoy a meal. You walk to the hostess area (in which takeout is available), and the waitresses provide you with smiles, making you think to yourself aloud for a moment... "City of Stars, are you shining just for me?" They weren't but you'll still tell your mates they were... you rotten, yet love-deserved, slug. The wall decor is lovely, like a rusty Tuscan vibe means the Roman republic. You feel at home, but you also feel fancy. At a slightly fancy home. That is the ambiance. It envelops you into it's story, you're just glad to be there.
Food:
I've attended Friends Cafe multiple times at different hours. For lunch my pallet tends to acquaint itself with a sandwich. Something about two fat pieces of bread shutting up my fat face. Ironic? Satiric? Or On-Brand? Firsdoffff they got a nice tasting sauce which is obviously king of the court when your wagering and waffling on score. How do I know? Well I start off with the Calamarrrr.
~ Fried Calamari has become as popular as chips and salsa, as wings, as dips, as juicy fruit such as juicy melons. It's a go-to appetizer all over, and it's for a reason. The issue? A lot of joints trynna make something they can't do. Where you getting ya squid? Have you ever strangled a squid over a pot? Have you ever had 8 tentacles suction cup your lips and ask ya if you'd like to dance? Have ya ever wined and dined an octopus with their own freshly inked fettuccini? I bet ya haven't... I bet ya haven't kid. So don't tell me I don't know what I'm talking about. Don't you dare. Since I know what I'm talking about, I tend to try Calamari at ever place I go to as a sort of "test." I often like contrarian plays on the classic Italian app... but ya also gotta respect the classic when done properly. Cafe Amici does calamari well. They don't go crazy, they play the game the original way and my respect goes out to them for this. ~
I've yet to gobble down one of their artesian pizzas with my mouth, but I've done so with my eyes and with my nostrils. It passed those 2 tests... it's ready for the last and so am I. I have though eaten a bicep sized chicken Milanese sandwich from the joint. What a lovely little treat. A nicely done original type sandwich, good bread, thinly sliced chicken and plenty of balsamic. On top of that, they make both yummy and tasty French Fries from Italy served along side the sandwich... as all good sandwiches should be accompanied with. An ecologist would call that mutualism. They elevate each other. Symbiosis. Ambiance. Good words. They elevate me and I elevate them. What else what else? Da Fried Meatballs are noiceeeee. The hot cherry peppers? Ha. Class. If you know you know ya knobhead. Knock down that door and rip open some Arancini, also pretty good. The sauce helps it a lot. Gotta make good sauce folks. Write that down and eat it up til it sinks into the shallow deep end of your subconscious. I've got a taste of their chicken parm which was solid, could've been flattened a bit more. Scarpariello is good. Tagliatelle with short rib and shrooms could be classified as very good. Listen it's an easy menu to glaze, and a strong one to order from. They make it easy for you, ya can't screw up.
And look at me now, coming to a close. Like a feathered pen, I stayed on point (a drip here and drop there when I went to refill) but nonetheless... no more ink no more me. Ciao my acquaintances, or at least from my viewpoint... my friends. read more