The Blogetarian’s Review: KitchenBar

Last week our friend Marla wanted to go out for a martini at 4:45 when the husband and I got out of work. We all agreed, 4:45 was the time. At 3:30 we each got a picture of a half drank Ketel One dirty martini with extra green olives from the KitchenBar on Hope Street in Providence. Was this a test? Do we drop everything and rush out to start our Friday night early? No, we both have to work so Marla can wait until the time we had agreed upon.