I may or may not be the worst food blogger in the history of the world. I either always forget my camera to take a picture of the food or I remember to take a picture after I’m done stuffing my face. I actually did both this time.
I recently went to the Pleasure Bar with two pals for dinner. Besides having the naughtiest name in Bloomfield next to the “Tight Spot,” The Pleasure Bar was nothing short of fantastic. I’m the furthest thing from Italian, but the food made me feel like I was in a little village somewhere in the heart of Italy.
We started out with an appetizer and a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. That was followed by a salad. And not just your typical restaurant salad. This was a salad. This was like a salad you’d make at your house and it was good. Imagine if I’m gushing about a salad this much how I felt about my actual meal. I’m pretty standard with my choices when I go to restaurants. I don’t usually stray away from my go to, cheeseburger. Sometimes that isn’t always an option though like say at an Italian restaurant. So I had the next closes thing, angel hair pasta with pesto. I’m usually a red sauce fan. Every once and awhile though I like to switch it up. That night was one of those nights. I made a fantastic choice which really shouldn’t surprise you because I’m full of those. That pesto was the best I’ve had since high school which is a long story and I don’t want to bore you. Just know it was good. Actually better than good. The whole meal was better than good and I can’t wait to go back.