This is the place where Amy got Adam drunk and made her move. He was practically begging for it, obviously, as this is a vegetarian restaurant and therefore there was no chance of bacon. There IS an incredible pizza there, with apricot jam, green olives and brie, which sounds gross but is incredible. (It’s also impossible to recreate at home with a Boboli, but that doesn’t mean we don’t try.) The drink of choice there last summer was, embarrassingly, a wine billed as tasting like strawberry Jell-O (and it DOES). If you’re too snotty to drink it, you’re too snotty to come to our wedding.