Funky/shabby chic storefront bistro with big cocktail presence. https://www.pearl6101.com/ Quite good press, our side of town, i.e., almost neighborhood.
Good welcome and seating. Decent handful of starters, three pastas, four mains. Okay wine by the glass, $11.
Husband chose the mussels piled on good toast with rouille which was really good,
as was my himachi.
Things are looking good.
Savvy and sassy server. Happy campers except for the ear-splitting track which made conversation an effort.
On to pasta. Following the critics, I ordered the handkerchief with veal regout. What a miserable bowl! Cut into ribbons, i.e., isn't this pappardelle? and smothered in a heavy ground veal cream sauce which husband likened to the infamous army breakfast dish.
He ordered the clam/squid ink pasta which was maybe the heaviest pasta I've ever met.
We switched after a few bites each, only to retrade a few later. Neither of us came close to finishing either plate.
What is it today that makes starters so easy to pull off and pastas/mains so difficult? We repeatedly swear that we will order only off the starter section but get sucked in to a less successful main.
Anyway, we'd like to go back but won't.