The undisputed king of the backcountry, built like a freight train on four legs with claws that could carve up a picnic basket.... or a daggum pickup truck. It doesn't run, it doesn't hide, and it sure isn't askin’ for permission.
We kept going west till we ended up somewhere else entirely. Maybe it was east. Maybe it was a fever dream. All we know is, the sashimi was fresh, the barstools were low, and the neon signs looked mighty familiar.
The best I-talian food around, bar none. The wine is ice cold, the chicken alfredo pipin’ hot, and the parmesan plentiful. Used to be a sushi and macaroni restaurant, so the decor is a little off.
This sleek mini oval shape adds a touch of trendy edge to a classic vibe. Made to be an everyday staple, Monroe is ready to help you take on the season in style.