Dr. Mrs. Rugbyologist had dinner this evening at Jamie Oliver’s newish restaurant here in Cambridge called Jamie’s Italian. The food was excellent, with the charcuterie anitpasti platter being the definitive highlight of the night. We had to wait about twenty minutes for a table, ten of which were taken up watching the bartender make our dirty gin martinis (i.e., the bar is good, but very meticulous and slow). Of course, I am not here to do uncomped restaurant reviews[1]. I am here to complain about trivial things in a pedantic fashion.
