so, i get a phone call from Beanorama Friday a.m. "Hey, wanna play tonight?"
sure. why not?
after we mulled over our "what to do" options for a while...movies...shopping...kidnapping...streetfighting...we finally decided that a dinner date seemed like a great idea. flip flop girl and popsy were game too. but, where were we to bust a grub? ah, the all important decision. many a dinner date has been ruined by a lousy restaurant. but, Beano, you picked a winna'!
the place: Mr. Martino's Trattoria in South Philly, near 12th and Passyunk Ave.
the f&b: home style italian and a byob
the atmosphere: this is the best part of Mr. Martino's and it deserves more than a few words to describe it. the decor was subtle and made to look, feel and yes, smell like an old living room or dining room of a south philly row home. our table and chairs were old, wood and perfectly imperfect. the floors creaked. the lighting was dim and the people were warm. the glasses for wine werent wine glasses at all, but simple and plain tap water glasses. the olive oil and bread they piled on us was amazing as was all of the food.
it was the absolute perfect place to have nearly three and a half hours of great food and conversation; it felt like we were just hanging out in someone's house. the conversation was so good in fact, that despite having worked all day and devoured delicious food and two bottles of vino all night, beano was able to refrain from falling asleep at the table. lucky for her. i think flip flop girl would have bitch-slapped her :)
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I concur. A great night overall. I usually don't have fun unless I am seeing double, but I was pleasantly surprised by the night. Unusual, I guess I was worried over nothing.
now wait till you see how much fun can be had not eating or drinking (surprise to come)
Umm.. Is that supposed to be dirty?
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