I know that everyone and their mother has written a post about “being a food blogger at a restaurant with people that you don’t know well and don’t know your quirky blogger ways”, so I won’t bore you with another.
On Saturday I dined at Ben Pao for its very last night of service.
I went with Vassaly and a fairly large group of her friends, most of whom have worked at the restaurant at some point, and none of whom knew me before that night.
For fear of being “that weird girl that came to dinner with us one night and photo-logged her entire meal”, I only snuck in one picture.
I think we can all agree that it was the right one to take.
Hello, tiki mug.
I’m not sure what was in that drink (rum, I know that much) but it was durrrn tasty. I stopped at one, though, so snaps for Megan!
Luckily, being as I was obsessed with Ben Pao’s seven flavor beef, I happen to have an old photo to show you what I ate my weight in this time around:
I’m pretty torn up over the fact that this recipe isn’t available anywhere anymore.
It’s beef. Deep fried. And then tossed with peanuts and baby angel laughs.
Apparently Bill and Giuliana Rancic are opening an Italian restaurant in its place within the year. Italian? Booo.
There are a million places to get Italian in this city, and I’ll really miss a place like Ben Pao that consistently had great food with a unique, modern spin.
Think I could convince the Rancics to keep the seven flavors? Or would that be one too many flavors to fit in with the “skinny dishes” menu?