GUESS WHERE I'M EATING? >>>
If you're like me (and there's no reason you shouldn't be), when shopping in the Tacoma Mall area, you yearn for food prepared at a locally owned restaurant where the proprietors have some role in creating what they're hawking. And at an Italian joint, you should smell garlic and see the chef's name on the fresh sheet because he's so damn passionate about the day's special.
I ate at such a place Saturday afternoon.
Furthermore, every time I dine at said restaurant, I sit in the bar. In and out and nobody gets hurt. The service is quick, spot on, and friendly.
Saturday I sank into their cozy bar cushion and devoured their Chicken Alla Parmigiana in record time. The zesy marinara blanketed the thin breast, which was so moist and tender I literally could cut it with my fork. The side long, buttery pappardelle pasta was to die for.
Last clue: They open the doors for patrons coming AND going.
Can you guess where I'm eating?
Special bonus: The first person who guesses where I ate will win a $25 gift card ... to a different Italian restaurant. Yea, I know.