Wednesday evening, The Beaver, The Rabbit, The Dog, Katt, and I went to dinner at Gilbert’s. Reservations are a good idea, as the interior is diminutive.

Service was excellent. Our waitress flew to Latrobe, Pennsylvania, chose only the finest malt and hops, personally supervised the brewing process, and pulled me a bottle of Rolling Rock straight from the tank to ensure I had the freshest and finest Rolling Rock in all of the world. Despite the slow start, the speed of service increased as the night progressed.

I ordered the pork tenderloin wrapped in bacon. This dish was extremely zesty and exploded with flavor, but the tenderloin could have been slightly more tender. Underneath the tenderloin was a superlative risotto. Gilbert’s is totally bitchin’.