Your Restaurant Sucks: Frescas

Frescas is definitely the most reliable "nice" restaurant around. I don't recall ever feeling annoyed or leaving with lots of ideas of how things could have been better, which, as we've established, happens regularly. On this visit we were satisfied once again. There was a small something that could be considered an 'incident' (pork was pretty pink and needed to go back to the kitchen), but was made up for immediately and well, plus they have so much strong capital built up, I don't hold it against them. I'd have to say that in Frescas case, I could totally NOT run that restaurant better. See? I'm not a total douchebag.

First there were the fruity drinks. He got one called the Umbrella drink, with came adorned with lots of frills which he promptly removed. I had a pomegranite martini, and stole his umbrella. They were perfectly tasty, thank you very much.

Frescas used to serve cute little individual loaves of bread served hot on its own little wooden cutting board, with a small pot of herb butter and a teeny bowl of oil cured olives. Now THAT'S the way to start a meal! Now they serve large, warm slices of frenchy type bread, crusty on the outside soft on the inside, with olive oil and butter. Also delectable, if not quite as adorable.

I didn't take a picture because it was just bread.

Then there was the gorgonzola and shrimp dip with pancetta and greasy, crispy crostinis, and a baby spinach salad with grilled cippolini onions, raspberries and oven baked goat cheese. Oh and toasted hazelnuts. YUMMERS!

I had sea scallops and lobster ravioli. It was delish, hot and soft and melty in my mouth. He ate my nasturtium because I don't like to eat pretty flowers, for whatever reason.

This is the Snowball, on the menu for every season I've ever been to Frescas. It's vanilla ice cream rolled in poundcake crumbs, served with toffee chocolate crumbles. Uuuunnnggggghhhhhhmmmmmm....