If Taxicab Confessions taught us anything, it's that you can learn a lot about what people like from driving them around town, especially if they're exhibitionist strippers who hate their stepdads. Turning his driving experience into your grub destination, Arbri Café, open now
From a former limo driver and first time owner who thinks his driving past'll help him capture what the people secretly want, AC endeavors them just that, assuming what you want is a three-room Albanian dinner spot offering a Mediterranean/Euro-hybrid menu in a Renaissance fair-esque 60-seat "Medieval castle meets Caesar's Rome" setting colorfully decorated with a giant wooden door, Venetian plaster faux marble columns, imported Milanese table clothes, and two wall murals, one depicting a sword-wielding Prince of Albania, who appears much more deft at avoiding spiked pitfalls than the Prince of Persia. Carnivorous entrees include Trofte Tave, an oregano/lemon-seasoned roasted whole trout over pilaf and topped w/ roasted tomatoes and caramelized onions; Biftek Vici (lightly pounded beef sirloin w/ onions, mushrooms, and peppers), and Qingj I Pjekura, which is a braised Montana lamb shank that's been spiced, and then utterly confused by its own name. There's also pasta like seasoned fettuccini tossed w/ melted Brie and truffle oil; the Cognac and cream-doused Pasta Me Pule penne topped w/ pancetta, plum tomato, and seared chicken; and the linguini/goat cheese Zarzavate mixed w/ eggplant and portobellos in a cream sauce that's spiked with Grappa, like a North End Senior Community Dance punchbowl.
For those with food commitment issues, they've also got small plates like pickled mushrooms, pan fried kackavall cheese w/ oregano, and simmered red/green peppers sprinkled with feta; also, despite its handsome 9-seat granite bar, AC's BYOB while they await their beer/wine license, meaning you may not need a taxi cab to take you home, so no one gets to hear you bitch about what a slut your step daughter is.