When I got word of my Giacomo's dinner date with the Boston consulting crew, I got all excited. "Giacomo's!" I thought. Thoughts of the North End and cash only and wait staff edging on the side of abrasive flooded my head, and would be the only way to have it. I also though, "Gosh, thank GOD!" because the last time I really went out to eat with out of town friends in Boston, I went to my age-old throwback: Pizzeria Regina in the North End (with Heather, but of course, it was totally appropriate!).
Well, it turns out that my dinner date with Kevin and Stan was in the South End instead. But, I wasn't going to hate. I needed to appreciate. And I totally did. Butternut Squash... wicked awesome. Stan... wicked awesome. Wait staff... totally expecting us to order dessert, and totally waiting to rush us out the door. And the company, which I guess includes Stan and definitely includes Kevin, made me snort once -- about scantily clad 22-year old girls hitting up podunk bars in klan country, in the middle of winter, while at work orientation, thinking they're hitting up the club.
Bottom line: dinner was great. We made it in and out before the 8pm rush (and, as Kevin put it, before "them g@ys all poured up with cologne took over the place." ha!). And for once, in a really long time, it was really great to grab dinner when the rest of the city is grabbing dinner. When dinner wasn't dine it. When dinner wasn't crashing my mom and dad's place. Or involved beleaguering my poor roomie with my bitch tales of lawyering and how I'm not cut out to do it until she is convinced to think twice about law school.
The only thing we should have done: closed out the place with a couple bottles of wine.
So I guess Giacomo's in the South End isn't so bad. It'll do.