This place is pretty big, with really cool Christmas decor and ambience, a mix between a bar and a steakhouse.

For food, we got a lot, to say the least. For appetizers, we got the Tuna Tartare (avocado, cucumber, chili vinaigrette, taro chips), and for our main courses, my friend got the Bone-In Ribeye (22oz char grilled), while I got the Shrimp and Scallop Capone (sun-dried tomato, roasted garlic, broccoli, asparagus, sherry cream, fettuccine), with sides of sauteed spinach, mashed potatoes and corn souffle.
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Tuna Tartare |
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Bone In Ribeye |
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Shrimp and Scallop Capone |
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Corn Souffle |
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Sauteed Spinach and Mashed Potatoes |
The tuna was pretty good in my opinion, the oil at the bottom going pretty well with the tuna flavor, although my friend did not think it was that great, saying it was bland. We did enjoy our entrees though, especially my pasta. The corn souffle was interestingly good as well, together with the other sides too. Overall, a pretty good dining experience. A place I would come back to in future.
From here, we headed to the Frost Ice Bar. With my Livingsocial deal, we headed straight up to the third floor, where we were able to get into the bar immediately as there wasn't much people inside tonight, after putting on purple overcoats over our winter clothing. The interior was pretty nice though, with everything being made of ice, although I was still considering whether it might be made of plastic instead.



This place only serves alcoholic drinks, and the "glasses" themselves are made out of ice, so one has to hold the glass with both hands in order to prevent the drink from slipping out of one's hands.
My friend decided to get the The Old North Ender (Reyka Vodka, Lemon Sorbet, Westport Rivers Sparkling Wine, Pallini Limoncello), while I got the Griswold (Old Ipswich Golden Marsh Spiced Rum, GTV Coconut Vodka, Licor 43, Pineapple and Cranberry Juices).
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The Old North Ender (left), The Griswold (Right) |
With that, we were about to head back to our car when my friend realized she had lost our parking ticket, and out of fear that we would have to pay nearly a hundred bucks just to be able to get out of the parking lot, we went all the way back to the bar to try to find it, but to no avail. In the end, it turned out that she had forgot to check one of her hidden pockets in her coat, and the ticket had been there all along! I had given her the ticket earlier thinking that I was the forgetful one and would lose it, and it turns out she was forgetful too. I think I shall just keep the ticket in my car the next time.
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