You know what kind of food tastes best? The kind that’s simple and honest, like Italian food. Most people don’t want to eat ferns and foams. We need to be done with stuff like hay-smoked dehydrated essence of late winter snow flakes dusted on top of horsehair lichen gelée foraged by blind nuns. How does one enjoy pretentious deconstructed compositions of market-fresh gluten-free buzzwords? Food needs to taste like food… good food, tasty food. I recently checked out the Plateau’s new Italian spot Bistro Michelangelo that’s serving just that, delicious food.
If it tastes good, it's here - Est. 2007