Traottoria Romana, March 31, 2011
Victor’s Birthday. Took the family to Traottoria Romana to celebrate. This Boca restaurant is one of my favorites. Every time I come in the bar-manager, Allen, and his lovely assistant, Lorraine, greet me like I’m family. Allen knows his stuff–he has to, Traottoria Romana has one of the best wine-cellars in town. Allen remembers what I like, and sure enough, as soon as we’re seated, he had the Antinori sent over.
One of the best things about Traottoria Romana (beside the food, which is excellent), is the fact that it’s all locals–no sunburned tourists in flip-flops and beach shirts getting sticker shock here. It’s a classy place, with a bricked-barreled strip on the bar ceiling providing the feel of a genuine Tuscan cellar. They put us in the back room and kept it private. Angie and Stella had baked a cake for Victor, and when the waiter carried it in, he got all misty-eyed. Victor is such a sentimental guy it’s easy to underestimate him. Not that I ever would. He works for me, remember.
