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Smack dab in the middle of a northeast neighborhood, near the intersection of Gowan and Thom, lies John Mull’s Meats — a butcher shop/game dressing operation that’s been here for decades (since 1954 to be precise).
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Smack dab in the middle of a northeast neighborhood, near the intersection of Gowan and Thom, lies John Mull’s Meats — a butcher shop/game dressing operation that’s been here for decades (since 1954 to be precise).
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A recent lunch for two at Otto consisted of the following:
– small octopus salad
– grilled radicchio with smoked mozz
– gnocco fritto (fried dough strips)
– short rib ravioli
– tagliatelle with ham and Spring peas
– ice cream dessert
To make an expensive, disappointing story short, the radicchio was billed as grilled, but tasted so strongly of kerosene that all nuance (not to mention flavor) was obliterated. (Side note: ELV loathes the chemically-odoriferous scents left on food from gas grills, and wonders why chefs even bother.) The gnocco fritto were as tasty (and about as complex) as something you’d get at a county fair, and the two pasta dishes were seriously flawed.
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Returning to Bachi Burger was something we did with more than a bit of trepidation.
Keeping an open mind was paramount, as in: it was important leave our past opinions behind, and neither try to justify them or bend over backwards trying to make amends…since we seem to be the only critic in town who has ever uttered a negative word about it.