Well, I was never actually in the army, but as a kid I used to play army a lot, and to help authenticate the experience I would eat real army rations. An experience equaled only by the fine dining at Machiavelli’s.
I attribute the abundance of faux-gourmet dining in Seattle to the equal abundance of hippies in Seattle. Everything taste like twinkies to you people, so restaurants can pretend that they’re gourmet while they serve you Chef Boyardee and charge ya 50 bucks a pop for it.
Anyway.. I didn’t mean to turn this post into assault on Machiavelli’s, or any of you fine sandal-wearing Seattle folks out there. I really just want to know if there’s an Italian eatin’ house in this city that won’t make me vomit.
God bless you all.