You know that “friend” that you keep calling whenever you get lonely? The adjectives you use to describe her could just as easily be used on your Grandmother’s Buick Roadmaster: Reliable. Comfortable. A bit heavy. Excessively Beige.
It’s easy to start every time and no matter how inattentive you are to maintenance, she’ll be there.
Calling at 1:17 pm on a random Tuesday from a prison in Montana? She’ll be there with bail.
Texting “what r u doing 2nite” at 1:59 AM from a “Gentleman’s” club? She’ll give you a ride home with a smile.
It’s kind of sad and great at the same time.
La Foccacia is that girlfriend.
After going through grueling lengths trying to get a table at La Frite (see below), followed by “just 5 more minutes” for an hour at Azuca, dependability becomes paramount. We were seated immediately at one of the several vacant tables.
It’s easy to start every time and no matter how inattentive you are to maintenance, she’ll be there.
Calling at 1:17 pm on a random Tuesday from a prison in Montana? She’ll be there with bail.
Texting “what r u doing 2nite” at 1:59 AM from a “Gentleman’s” club? She’ll give you a ride home with a smile.
It’s kind of sad and great at the same time.
La Foccacia is that girlfriend.
After going through grueling lengths trying to get a table at La Frite (see below), followed by “just 5 more minutes” for an hour at Azuca, dependability becomes paramount. We were seated immediately at one of the several vacant tables.
The restaurant has a certain “church community center” feel to it with the rectangular tables and generic chairs arranged in a reassuring grid. On Fridays you get the extra treat of live music. By live music, of course I mean that there’s an antediluvian senior playing muzac on a synthesizer. It sounds about how a church organ would sound if Jeff Bridges were using it to play Celine Dion cover songs in Tron.
The waitress sensed our urgency (dinner was at 10pm) and quickly presented their namesake focaccia bread, which we hoovered like Monica Lewinsky. I don’t think any of the bread actually contacted my taste buds on the way down, but I recall from past meals that it is quite good, making overindulgence inevitable. The waitress promptly requested our orders with the soothing reassurance of a 1950s telephone operator. I selected the “Medallions of Tenderloin in Burgundy Wine with Mushrooms”. The tenderloin wasn’t exactly tender, and I’m sure the musician would’ve lost his dentures on this one. Not really the melt-in-your-mouth flavor that I was hoping for from an $18 dish. The wine sauce was ok, so overall it was an average dish.
My eighteen Washingtons also got me a small salad and a side order of spaghetti in a garlic butter sauce. Meh. I suppose I’ll be generous and say that it tasted like it was made with love. And isn’t that what we expect from “old reliable”?
Food: 2.5 Cuy
Service: 4 Cuy
Ambiance: 3.5 Geriatric Cuy
Value: 2 Cuy
Overall:
Taking your dependable "friend" out for dinner? Not a bad place, but doesn't she deserve better after all that she's done for you?
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You should!!!!!
Antediluvian - love it!
Geriatric Cuy? That's awesome!!
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