Quintessentially American

On Thursday night, my family and I went to Gene & Georgetti, a place my dad raves about, for dinner. We sat down and ordered what seemed like a reasonable quantity of food: an entrée each and some sides to share.

Then, our meal arrived. Seeing our shock at the shear quantity of it, the waiter joking said something about not wanting to send anyone home hungry. This kind of food was different from our standard restaurant fare. It wasn't served in delicate, artfully arranged, small portions, but rather in huge chunks and slabs. I'm sure that it must have taken an entire shopping bag full of spinach to make our sautéed side.

We left the restaurant with a big bag full of leftovers which, luckily, tasted just as good the next day.