So, if Beppo was "doing okay," does that mean my theory about overindulgence in times of need holds true? Are more people flocking to places like this to "escape"? I got my answer very soon, when a flood of people began to arrive, including my friend Erick. We ordered dinner; when the bruschetta came, it was an entire loaf of bread dipped in garlic oil with about ten chopped tomatoes on top. If Paula Deen were there she would've completely covered it in a layer of mascarpone and Parmesan. I tried my damnedest to shake the entire contents of the grated cheese onto the bread, but my arm grew tired. Then the gnocchi came, which was basically a sauce of Campbell's tomato soup with some mozzarella thrown in; very disappointing. But nothing prepared me for the bill, which was $80. Y'all! Time to tighten my belt.
I tried to bid the bartender adieu, but he was just slammed. His manager was watching him closely, making sure he didn't overpour. I left a big, overindulgent tip.
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