Guess where I’m eating?

You know the other night when we got that wet, sloppy snow disturbance that amounted to little more than nothing? Right. Anyway, much to my chagrin, several neighborhood bars and restaurants shuttered early, which is never good news to a lush in search of her next liquor rush, or to a food writer whose last meal was a whole hour ago. But at least one restaurant-slash-bar sensed my despair, because not only did they runneth my cup over with wine, they fed me a surprisingly good pizza, too.

To which restaurant/bar do I owe a debt of gratitude for making me drunk and full?

Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the week’s Where am I drinking/eating posts is entered into a pool — and every Monday, we select one lucky winner who’ll receive a DINR deck, worth up to $520 in discounts at independent restaurants.

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