Mad props for The Westerly on Roncesvalles! I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday and after OD’ing on pear juice and almond milk, was craving actual food by dinnertime. Some menu-surfing told me that a few of The Westerly’s dinners came with mashed potatoes, and the Boy called up to ask if we could order an extra-large side of them. Not only did the wonderful Westerly agree, but when we picked them up, the ‘taters were on the house since “it sucks getting your wisdom teeth out.”
The potatoes were delish — smooth (big plus right now), creamy and generously proportioned — and now I know where I’ll go for my first post-chipmunk-cheeks dinner out! I’ve only brunched at The Westerly before, but I cannot wait to try their pan-seared trout.
Players of Prince Arthur 