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Published February 28th 2017
Buffalo Dining Club: My last known address
They say good things come to those who wait and since we didn't have a booking, we did exactly that - wait. The night was young until it suddenly wasn't when we were told we would have to wait over two hours to get a table.
Just as we were walking off, one of the staff ran up to us to give us the best ultimatum of life: we could have a table, but only for an hour. You dear reader, won't have to wait long to know why that man is now my favourite person of all time. He ran. As in, nearly broke a sweat to make sure our dinner plans were fulfilled. Give that man several cookies - or kale smoothies, whatever works.
Buffalo Dining Club is probably not the place you want to go if you are intolerant to dairy, gluten, et. al. It is a mozzarella bar and I would be 100% willing to backslide on any intolerances if I had them, just to dine there.
To start off, I would recommend trying a soft cheese and a hard cheese - in large groups, try all the cheeses. They are incredible and so are their accompaniments. Once again, the spirit of greed overcame me and I forgot to take pictures of the cheeses. They were truly amazing.
Their pasta is fresher than a newborn baby but I don't need to tell you that. What I need to tell you, what I must pass on, is that they serve their pasta fresh from a wheel of pecorino cheese and we can all let out a cry of anguish.