Paesanos

I can be a tough critic from time to time. Well, pretty much all the time. But I have to give credit where credit is deserved.

I was brought to Paesanos by my boss’s boss’s boss. Anyone working in corporate Dilbert-world knows that this situation has the makings of an uncomfortable to disastrous event. There was a 75% chance I could say the wrong thing and get fired. A 25% chance I would get stuck in awkward silence. And a 5% chance that I’d have to administer the Heimlich maneuver to the Senior Vice President. Does that add up to 100%? I don’t know. I’m not a math guy.

But what I do know is that my meal at Paesanos was one of the best I’ve ever had in my life. It really was great. Our server was attentive and pleasant as she dealt with a fairly large group, several of whom were craning their necks to see the Red Sox/Baltimore game on the barroom TV. The specials sounded amazing, but I selected the Roasted Salmon with Polenta and Pomodoro Butter off the menu. It was simply perfect. I enjoyed every bite. Even the adjoining asparagus was expertly cooked. I love it steamed, but still crisp. And they read my mind.

Unfortunately I wish I could give you more guidance on appetizers, but I didn’t have one. (Trying to build my frugal reputation with Management). I didn’t opt for dessert either. But everyone in the party seemed to enjoy their meal quite a bit. I complimented our VP on his choice of venue. It’s a weird experience when you’re trying to kiss the boss’s butt, but you really believe in what you’re saying, but he’s still got a look on his face like he knows you’re kissing butt. Anyway I escaped with my job intact, and I hope to return and enjoy another meal on my own dime.

I highly recommend.