Everybody Knows Your Name…
The restaurant across the street, Abbracci’s, gives you that warm, fuzzy feeling that they’re glad you came. And they want you to bring your own bottle of wine.
Dad got back from Florida this weekend and combined our celebration of his return, his birthday and how great the gardens are looking by walking across the street for dinner. Of course this is all just a pretext because dinner from Abbracci’s
has become a cherished habit.
Since pictures are worth a thousand words, here’s what we had for dinner. The lasagna is a family recipe, made from scratch and oozing with creamy ricotta and mozzarella cheeses. The photo above is a Sicilian pizza held by Assunta (she’s half the chef/owner team. I’ll introduce you to Chris another time) holding our pizza. How can camping be considered “roughing it” when there’s a top-notch restaurant/espresso bar right across the street? If you decide to walk over, please stop by the reservation desk as you go by…maybe I’ll want you to bring me back a roasted pork sandwich on homemade bread with lots of marinated veggies.