Westwood (San Francisco, Ca)

As night falls upon a balmy

Saturday afternoon, and a cool wind draws into the city a hue of violet, our appetite beckens for us to find a place to eat. Out of spontaniety we

find ourselves, dress hems flowing in tow, tucking into the doors of a place with a charming country draw. Upon being seated, large screens flickered,

neon lights teased from the wall panels, and we settled in for a treat a quick bite to eat if you will. To

cool us down two meticulously crafted cocktails, mine being of vodka, sweet peach, fresh mint. (Mind you, the fresh cubed peaches at the bottom of the glass had tastfully reserved the brunt of moonshine. soaked but pleasing to finish).

Following our refreshments a Calamari appetizer seasoned and fried prepared intuitively to perfection, (they

could not have went wrong on this dish, and if they

did, we did not want to be right Chicken wings robust, pleasantly enrobed in a satisfying and

addictive spicy bbq sauce. Broccoli toothesome, house made tortilla chips waited to be plunged into a

fun and silky cheese sauce. I thought if these were just the appetizers, we were more than excited to

find out what the remainder of the menu has to offer. We will be going back to to dive deeper into the wild wild west