Discovery

Dad and I found a killer Italian restaurant last night. It was quite possibly the best Italian food I've had since I've been in Italy, but I liked it even more for other reasons. It was the sort of small, family run place where everyone knows everyone else, even the customers. And it was obvious that we were the new people, but they were all wonderfully friendly and welcoming. You could watch the chef (who incidentally used to have a four-star restaurant in downtown DC) behind the counter as he whipped up the magic. The permanent menu had roughly five choices, but the seasonal specials numbered in the double digits. They served excellent dishes and wine and the price was more than right.

And no I will not tell you the name. I refuse to give away such secrets on the internet, but if you come visit me I will take you there. You will love it, I promise.