To celebrate the end of political mania on Wednesday night, M and I went out to eat.
We started out trying to find some French place both of us vaguely remembered, but ended up deciding against it as they only had one veggie option.
We decided to return to Poldinos which I'd eaten at only once before.Poldinos Restaurant
7 Little Belmont Street
During my last visit to the restaurant, I'd chosen the pesto pasta dish. While okay, it wasn't anything to write home about.
However, this time, after a starter platter of vegetarian anti-pasti, I went for the Crespoline.
I wasn't sure what to expect, but it turned out to be very similar to manicotti.
The tubes were stuffed with a mixture of ricotta and spinach, baked in a tomato sauce and topped with mozzarella.
It was hearty and filling without feeling heavy and I didn't feel over stuffed as I can do after Italian.
However, we did decide against pudding.
While I loved the food this time round, I was unfortunately reminded of the one thing that detracts from Polinos, a member of the waitstaff.
I hate to excoriate people in the service industry, as I know that everyone has their bad days. If that's all that's eating him, I must have caught him on three bad days. What a coincidence.
I say three days because prior to the pesto occasion, we'd tried to get a table there the night we returned from the trip to Oban. We were turned down as they were full, but instead of seeming regretful, the waiter in question seemed to turn us down with glee.
The second trip, he managed to insult at least three of us, and Wednesday night's excursion was begun by acting as though we were some sort of slap in the face to him since we hadn't booked ahead. Last time I checked, Wednesday night isn't a huge night for restaurants. Maybe I've missed something.
I'd definitely return to Poldinos, but with a weather eye out for Cranky Waiter.