But Firefly is pretty cool: a modern American bistro, a diamond in the rough. If you find yourself visiting Manchester for business this summer, or pleasure – it’s pretty close to Boston – it’s a safe bet for a fine meal.
We started with two appetizers, the seared ahi tuna and baked brie. The just-barely-seared tuna was gorgeous; sliced a little thicker than I’m accustomed to or expected, and served with a nice, crunchy seaweed salad. The combo was terrifically zingy and clean-tasting, exactly my favorite flavors of late.
|The most in-focus photo I took all night. Did somebody slip me a mickey?|
|As ever, my photography skills are impressive, I know.|
|Proud to say I managed to eat all of the broccoli and just a small bit of the cheesy risotto|
Fortunately, my colleagues were willing to share bites. My boss K ordered something I probably should have gone for: eggplant napoleon with balsamic and spinach. Again, this was a stunner. The eggplant discs were breaded lightly and satisfyingly sweet, and the savory roasted tomatoes, steamed spinach, funky asiago and balsamic drizzle made this vegetarian delight an umami-packed feast.
|Check out that badass parmesan frico up on top. Who doesn’t like a fried disc of cheese?|
J went with the grilled chicken farfalle pasta dish, which I dismissed right away from the menu because A), Dr. Gomez says No Carbs at Dinner! And B) pesto cream sauce on restaurant menus almost always equals gloppy, gross, dried-herb overload. How wrong I was. I mean, yes, this dish had plenty of carbs, but the sauce? It was made with real pesto! Land sakes alive, Bell Ruth, I think there’s some dag gum fresh basil in that there sauce! There’s also pancetta and artichokes in that there sauce, so yeah, it was pretty tasty.
|I’m Big Hungry Shelby. I eat food, and take really horrible photographs of it. Please help me.|
Our table graded Firefly a solid, delicious eight on the BHS scale. This place is trendy enough to guarantee a posh ambiance without being so full of hipsters you want to stab yourself in the eye with your fork, and someone who cares about and knows food is working back in the kitchen. I suspect its somewhat modern take on bistro cuisine is somewhat refreshing and unique to the Manch-Vegas scene, which seems as dominated by mom and pop Italian shops and fast casual chains as many of our Upstate NY towns. When and if I’m back at Firefly, I’m eager to try the crispy half duckling and the poor man’s pie, because you know I can’t resist pot pie for long.
Next week, I’ve got more from the woodland state of New Hampshire, in the form of the second installment of The Blather. I promise, this guy’s quite the character, and you’re going to love it, so please check back. Meantime, I should probably keep you up to date with my diet progress? I’ve reached my first goal of losing 10 lbs! Now the hard work of toning begins in earnest, as I turn my legs to jelly three times a week with Dr. Gomez’s carefully constructed plan of torture. Stay tuned. My hunger is big, my personality is bigger!