Review: Flan y Ajo

By BILL RODRIGUEZ  |  February 26, 2013

Even the coffee here (La Colombe) is exceptional, and this coming from a guy who not only makes his coffee at home from fresh beans but uses a burr grinder. They have cafe cortado, a foam-topped Spanish steamed-milk version of cappuccino, at a low $2. I loved that customers get an insult charge of an extra 50 cents above that price for ordering an Americano.

To prevent your soaring culinary aria from including a sour note, make sure to bring your own corkscrew and glasses with your wine. It's BYOB here, but there's a $5 corkage fee. A first-rate wine shop, Eno, is right next door.

Bill Rodriguez's foodie site and blog is at foodismywife.com. He can be reached at billrod.mail@gmail.com.

FLAN Y AJO | 401.423.6656 |  FLANYAJO.COM | 225a WESTMINSTER ST, PROVIDENCE | MON-FRI, 11 AM-4 PM; TUES-SAT, 6-11 PM | MAJOR CREDIT CARDS | BYOB | SIDEWALK-LEVEL ACCESSIBLE

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