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Showing posts with label Mangia and Bevi Restobar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mangia and Bevi Restobar. Show all posts
4.11.2011
Only fear god. Know the weapons of the weak, the weakness of the hard
Why is it ok to sometimes go to the eastside? No friggin line, and none of those damned hipsters. Blaow
Labels:
Italian,
King East,
Mangia and Bevi Restobar,
Pizza
6.13.2010
3 peat
Made plans for dinner at this little eastside spot. Nice, fresh, homemade, Italian. Pizza and prosecco night basically. Really this spot isn't the type for romancing, but it's a good look for after you get the job done. It's also really cheap. So... being a certified family day I made plans to meet the crew on the westside when I finished. They had yet to eat, so I figured I'd meet them at the spot for some drinks. Boehmer it is. Now PB is a vet in the game, so I had some expectations of the place even though I wasn't going to eat. Inside was dope, as was my julep. My shit was backwards being that here I was with the mans in the intimate setting, while I was with a dip at the romper room. Needless to say I ended up eating again (foie)... dope. The reviews have been all over the place, but I will say this: believe the hype.
Completing the Phil Jackson offense, we pulled up to Q Dubbs where a scent of amazing was in the air. As I keep saying, I'm not a big chicken fan but that dude with the bbq in front of midpoint is really doing it. Straight piff. Dinner # 3. Done. Over.
Labels:
$,
bbq,
bbq chicken,
Boehmer,
Italian,
Mangia and Bevi Restobar,
meat,
Ossington,
Pizza,
Queen west,
street meat
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