Vinco

vincere
v. win, defeat, vanquish, beat, overcome, conquer, overpower; score; control oneself

The above is entirely self explanatory. It is obviously a definition of an Italian verb. It also has to do with the name of a new Italian restaurant (verbal detour: this is the first time I have ever spelled restaurant right the first time.) in town. They call themselves "Vinto: Casual Italian." First of all; what does "casual Italian" imply? Can you arrive in sweat pants and hair done up in the well known greasy knot? And if that is what it implies, does that mean the attire can be bought at the D.I., but, the food is a piece of salad and maybe some prosciutto for seventeen dollars? With a grape for dessert if you're lucky??

I'll have you know I did find out answers to these questions. My first experience in the land of said "fancy-casualty" was more of an observance than anything. I realized that I liked the general atmosphere of the restaurant, I appreciated that they could make a small space feel quite spacious, and especially that the prices were fair for the quality, authenticity, amount and taste of food that was served. The portions were moderately sized while at the same time satisfying my piggy appetite. And to answer the final question, yes, you can wear the grease knot and sweat pants without being scoffed at.

Out of all this information I gathered, there was still something I couldn't put my little, scrawny finger on...it was my second experience at Vinto when I was personally enlightened. It happened when I was about to put a piece of Caesar salad in my mouth. (this is no ordinary Sizzler salad bar Caesar mind you; it was heavenly) As the piece of green, dressing drenched goodness was about to be shoved into my pie hole, someone above me politely asked if I would like some freshly ground pepper on that. This someone was really just a someone, it was a Dolce & Gabbana model, a Greek god if you will. With salad hanging out of my mouth I mumbled something that sounded like a "No, thank you." and looked around me to find more of these D&G models hurrying around in aprons. Why hadn't I noticed this before?? I then began wondering why they lure greasy haired, sweat pants fools like me in with the idea of "casual Italian" just to crush your dreams with a waiter that could very well be on an ad for Burberry and you know for a fact they are gay??

Then another thought came to my head just in time for the serving of the most delicious basil gelato I have ever witnessed in my short life. The thought came just as another one of these so called waiters came to serve the heaven food. I was immediately overcome in a fit of pathetic giggling at the thought of these downright smolderingly attractive men ascending to our table to serve me the choicest of desserts. So, it's safe to say my experience at Vinto was a good one (that's an understatement) and I will definitely be going back for more...basil gelato. I must now control myself :) I would recommend it to anyone and for any occasion. ...I shouldn't blog at 1:30 a.m. anymore...but if not now, then when???

On a lighter and more fashionable note, couldn't you just look at these forever??? Don't I kind of look like Emma Watson?? I can envision myself as being her sometimes...especially in these pictures...with these boys...

Daaaanng. I would imagine having him for a brother would be the most difficult thing in the world...