Not a shabby way to end the work week with RW dinner at Rialto.
Last night, my cousin, her husband, and I had a stellar restaurant week meal at Pigalle, in the theater district. It’s an intimate and cozy, white-tablecloth French restaurant with a few outdoor tables (although there’s not much scenery around, since it neighbors a parking lot), an elegant bar area near the entrance, and seating for maybe forty inside. It’s classy, for sure, but relatively unpretentious. We were nestled in one of their really comfy semi-circular booths. Of the red wines offered by the glass, only one was not French. I opted for a Merlot/Cabernet blend and can remember neither the label nor the region, but I enjoyed it very much.