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Sometimes a
catch-up session with one of your favorite gals can cure all, but a fat burger
and thick fries and a yummy Pimm’s beverage most definitely can help. After a
tasty drink and a not so tasty snack at The
Archive, the gal pal and I headed to The Shakespeare for something
a little more substantial (and delicious).
Walking down the
stairs to the lower-level entryway felt like we were breaking the rules and
crashing a secret clubhouse. Dim lights and hot hostesses greeted us, along
with dark walls and a kind of inexplicable British warmth. Tables crowded in close, creating an
intimate space and communal conversation and spirit in the dining area.
Pictures and paraphernalia took over the deep read walls, fighting for attention
in harmonious contention. Candles dripping hot wax lined a congested mantle
piece warming the room and emanating the feeling that it was dark and late
outside.
Pretty punch
hypnotized with Bourbon, mint iced tea and floral cucumber and sweet Pimm’s and
Chambord with tangy sweet lemonade quenched thirst and amplified smiles.
But the creamy
rosemary and herb-laced pot of homemade ricotta swimming with olive oil and
aged balsamic, soothed raucous feelings. The smooth cheese spread across the
warm bread with sensual ease and filled the proximity with delectable aromas,
pleasant and revealing.
And then there
was the burger—fat and stacked high on a little wooden board, accompanied by
tall wide “chips.” Its toppings were dreams, mingling to create refined pub
fare and complex bites, memorable and comforting. Thick rashers of super smoky
bacon straddled white melted cheddar crowning a perfect house blend patty.
Salty tart thin sliced pickles, pungent spicy rings of red onion and dark green
strands of lettuce added brightness to the fatty meat and buttery sesame seed
bun. It was more than a burger; it was catharsis and a feeling.
The Shakespeare
offered ambiance and attentive service. It dished up lovely refreshing drinks
and flavorful food evoking pub moments. It was perfect for gossip and support
and hearty laughs.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles
come
-William Shakespeare
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