It’s the Saturday night before Valentine’s Day and the Bistro is packed with couples who couldn’t get a reservation for Monday’s cupidinal shakedown party. All the tables are two tops. It’s loud. It’s crazy. Smelling revenue, Fluvio has ‘em packed … Continue reading

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It’s Saturday afternoon. I’m standing at the reservation terminal listening to the owner’s latest scheme to become the next Emeril. “This could be big – real big,” Fluvio announces “Which pasta company are you gonna be the spokesman for?” I … Continue reading