Let’s say you’ve got a date.
Let’s say discretion is of the utmost importance.
Let’s say you don’t know of any insanely charming Italian spots tucked away in an unassuming warehouse district somewhere outside of Doral.
...
Right. Looks like Ocio fits the bill. It’s a homey little Italian establishment made for the sole purpose of courting a special so-and-so, soft-open now on the outskirts of Doral. Here’s the slideshow.
It’s cozy but not twee. It’s got tropical fauna and bulbs hanging over the bar, long wooden tables and the occasional porcelain deer head mounted to the wall. It’s also the kind of place where no one’s going to find you. Or run into you. Or anything-else you.
The table in the far back corner works. You’ll find a tufted banquette there where you’ll look over the menu. Filet mignon carpaccio and chargrilled octopus will segue into lobster ravioli and champagne risotto.
And naturally, there’ll be wine. Chianti. Sangiovese. Other wines.
It’d be weird to keep listing wines.
Let’s say discretion is of the utmost importance.
Let’s say you don’t know of any insanely charming Italian spots tucked away in an unassuming warehouse district somewhere outside of Doral.
...
Right. Looks like Ocio fits the bill. It’s a homey little Italian establishment made for the sole purpose of courting a special so-and-so, soft-open now on the outskirts of Doral. Here’s the slideshow.
It’s cozy but not twee. It’s got tropical fauna and bulbs hanging over the bar, long wooden tables and the occasional porcelain deer head mounted to the wall. It’s also the kind of place where no one’s going to find you. Or run into you. Or anything-else you.
The table in the far back corner works. You’ll find a tufted banquette there where you’ll look over the menu. Filet mignon carpaccio and chargrilled octopus will segue into lobster ravioli and champagne risotto.
And naturally, there’ll be wine. Chianti. Sangiovese. Other wines.
It’d be weird to keep listing wines.
