Ever find yourself sipping a martini at a swank bar with a fabulous friend and realize that you’re in the depths of deep suburbia?
That happened to me last night. I won’t bore you with how, exactly, I got there, but I found myself at one of those suburban restaurants that just tries way too hard to be sophisticated and hip and, yes, urban, and falls flat on its face. The passable food was presented on stunningly long, skinny platters and in teeny tiny Le Creuset pots. Much like the glowing blue dildo lamps hanging on the walls, the serving ware seemed designed to distract from the fact that on the two things I care about in a restaurant–is the food good and is the service efficient–the answer was an astounding “heh.”
So if you find yourself in need of a cocktail in Mountain View, California, I highly recommend a martini at the bar at Xanh, but I’d stop there.
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