Autostrada.

Last night my dearest friend Whitney and I had the privilege to attend a family and friends dinner for a new restaurant called Autostrada, which means highway in Italian. After racing home from an overpriced hair cut and then sitting on my bathroom counter so I can proceed to cut more myself, Whitney and I got ready for the scrumptious event.
Autostrada is up north in DC Ranch and occupies the building that was once a cute, little coffee shop. Saying that it is a small place would definitely be an understatement. Everything went rather smoothly considering it was a family and friends night, which usually ends up striking close to disaster. Those nights are the first time the servers wait on tables after being bombarded with info. on food, wine, computer systems etc. It is also the first time the kitchen actually prepares the dishes from a ticket.

Considering the close quarters and obnoxious relatives, I thought everything went rather well to be honest. Of course when a cheese plate is placed in front of me and a glass of petite syrah is in my hand, nothing could upset me really. We gorged on cheese, fingerling potatoes with kale, butternut squash ravioli, halibut, and finished off with the best part of all, a chocolate crepe with fresh strawberries.. YUM

After dinner Whitney and I rolled ourselves out of there and headed down to Tempe to meet with friends. We ended up at The Big Bang, a dueling piano bar that always makes for a great time. Especially if you are in the mood to dance... And Whitney and David were.