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.