Unless you’re new around here, you probably know that I love to eat. Everything.
Fried things. Healthy things. Taco things. Soup things. Buffet things. Homemade things. Mom-made things. All the things.
You can imagine my joy and the alarming quantities of food consumed when I discovered a delicious new Fort Worth spot, Bravo Cucina Italiana last week.
Have you been there? Yes? No? It really doesn’t matter, I want to go there with you. Seriously, I’m still drooling over all the yummy get-into-my-mouth-five-seconds-ago food.
I was there with my college alumni group – shout out to Trinity University. If you are a graduating high school senior of moderate intelligence, well… first of all I don’t really know what you’re doing here, but welcome! Second of all, you should definitely go there. Anyway, the Fort Worth alumni group gets together every month ish, and this month’s event was a networking dinner for current students to meet alumni. And also to eat. We like to eat.
Y’all don’t even know how stupid good their food was. The service was pretty fab too, but I’m busy talking about food now and I can’t be bothered. Get out of my way super thoughtful and attentive waiter, this ain’t my first deep-fried, parmesan-crusted rodeo and I need to hit the buffet.
Now honey, I love me some calamari. You better believe that calamari is going on my plate, and in full force. Then I’ma pour that marinara all over it. Aaaaaalllll ooooooover ittttttttt. This calamari was no exception. EXCEPT WHAT?! Creamy horseradish sauce? I want to eat it again. I want to eat it again rightthisveryinstant.
Crispy Mozzarella Ravioli
Ohhhh my word it was like dear sweet baby Jesus in Heaven came down and delivered this on a gleaming Heaven platter made of joy and happiness and all things wonderful and pure.
Artichoke & Spinach Formaggio
Thank God this is blogging; don’t ask me to say that out loud because I am a child and can’t do it without laughing. Surely I’m not the only one that hears “fellatio” instead of “formaggio?” Heh heh. Anyway, this stuff was darn good. My only, ONLY critique of the night is that the crispy parmesan flatbread they served it with was kind of on the cardboard-y side. I just, I need more parmesan in my life. On my flatbread. And I absolutely need more of it in my mouth.
Portobello & Boursin Bruschetta
Why, hello there, delicious. Come here often? Wow, you look good. You look really good. Do you believe in love at first sight? I do, now. I hope this isn’t too forward, but I want to take you home tonight.
Wait. Did I just talk about baby Jesus and fellatio in the same post? Yikes. You’d better move away from me so lightning doesn’t strike us both.
Or, if you are as twisted as I am, we could meet at Bravo later. Your call.