Ugh.
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Ugh.
- Review of: Biaggi’s Ristorante
- By: Avery Glasser
- Rating:
- Read review on Judy’s Book.
It’s been a half hour since the meal ended, and I can already tell that it’s going to be a long night.
Let’s ignore some specific things about the place - such as me asking for my gimlet with only fresh lime (none of that phosphorescent bottled Rose’s Lime “Juice”), which was fine, but the two ordered for my colleagues coming with that telltale green sheen of Rose’s. Let’s forget about them bringing our main courses while we were still eating our salads and appetizers. Let’s also forget about the smudged still-damp wine glasses they brought for our overpriced bottle of white wine.
Even if you forget all of this, the food was still pretty darned bad. I mean, the pasta I had (with shrimp and ham in a cream sauce) is already starting a cramp - and I love rich foods. It’s barely more edible than the Macaroni Grille. That’s not an endorsement by any stretch.
Excuse me while I search the honor bar for some Alka Seltzer…