It's official. Chez Spencer is heaven on earth. Rob and I went last night for our second time with another business group.
Picture this: Dusk on the garden patio. Paper wrapped candles. White tablecloths. Cote du rhone in a crystal glass. The fluffiest, crunchiest, most divine warm rolls. A group of artists straight out of the Sartorialist at the next table. A blind piano genius in dark glasses playing jazz standards by the bar. Beet and blue cheese salad. Truffle risotto. Hazlenut parfait.