Falai

Last night I ate at Falai (Clinton Street somewhere). Now, I am clearly a major foodie, so it should mean something when I tell you-- I was impressed. Not only would I definitely go back, I would order exactly what we ate last night. In fact, I may begin to salivate just typing about it. I must warn you, however, that if you are a celiac who had a major bread thing pre-diagnosis, you may not want to go here because the bread (of which there are like five choices) looked incredible. We started with the grilled octopus. I have no idea what they did, but it was good. My (blind) date and I were sharing it, and I wanted to order a second one! But, of course, held myself back. (It was a date.) For my entree, I had the halibut. It came with this mixture of raisins and pine nuts and some sort of foam, and I really don't know what it all was, but it was so good that I was trying to pace myself so that I didn't just inhale it, as there are few things less attractive than your date hoovering her meal in under 30 seconds, right? Anyway, I think I did okay on the pace after all. For dessert, we shared a couple of scoops of sorbet, which was serviceable and came with some lovely chocolate shavings. This is also the type of restaurant that brings you little extras-- a nice sweet potato soup-thing to start and some petit fours at the end. I just love that stuff.