A vignette at Little Giant, which I ducked into for a late dinner one rainy evening, randomly. (Not entirely randomly, because I had remembered reading about it years ago and kept it in the back of my mind as a place to try.) And so: a satisfying dinner at a quiet corner table, with the storm outside and truffled asparagus and roasted trout. (And I have to admire a restaurant that offers three kinds of rosé by the glass.) Plus, their recipe for sangria sounds promising.
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