Jessica C.
Yelp
I finally decided to dine in at Evo after only doing delivery for the last several years... and let me tell you, it is a completely different experience. The moment I walked in, I felt transported. The vibe is this vintage classy that I personally love: ornate chandeliers, warm low light, beautiful patterned booths, and little details that make me smile (case in point: the purse hanger in the bathroom next to the toilet paper dispenser. It's the thoughtful little things!)
I came in absolutely starving and ready to feast. I started with the half focaccia and the arancini... both of which were delicious. The focaccia was soft, warm, ooey gooey and downright addictive. The arancini weren't the heavy, bready kind you sometimes get, these were more rice-forward with little green pea surprises and a rich sauce that tasted a lot like their pomodoro (which is equally incredible).
Speaking of the pomodoro... I ended up with a bowl and inhaled it. No exaggeration, gone in record time before learning I hadn't yet ordered it and it was for another table. Simple, bright, comforting, perfectly seasoned.
At this point, I didn't think I was full yet. My body, apparently, needed a few extra minutes to send that memo. So I ordered the Evo Salad, wanting to give it a try. It's a warm salad, beautifully presented... fried kale chips, brussels sprouts, goat cheese, pancetta, balsamic, a whole little production. The flavors were good, though the kale chips held onto more oil than I personally prefer (I cook fairly oil-free at home), but I can absolutely see why it may be a favorite.
By the time everything landed on my table, reality hit me: I had absolutely overfilled myself. My eyes were much bigger than my stomach, and I crossed that very specific threshold where you suddenly realize you are done. Like, done done. So done, in fact, that I couldn't even finish the last inch of water in my glass... and I never waste water. But my server kept my water so consistently, impressively full that I found myself thinking, "Oh no... I physically can't do it. I'm too full to hydrate."
I mentioned I was celebrating some personal milestones, and my server surprised me with a thoughtful touch that really made me feel seen, dessert. The tiramisu, which was soft, creamy, and absolutely delicious, the perfect little victory lap for the feast I had unconsciously turned this into (even though I couldn't finish it).
Now... the real highlight: the service.
My server, Jemar, was exceptional.
Not just "good," not just "attentive," but the kind of exceptional where every detail is handled smoothly and effortlessly. My water glass was magically never less than full (even when I wished it were a little less full so I wouldn't feel guilty leaving it behind). His timing on plates was perfect.
And here's what really stood out: he never cleared anything prematurely. Not once. Every single time, he paused and asked, "Are you done with this?" "Would you like me to box it up?" When I said yes, he boxed each item with care and placed them neatly into a little to-go bag he'd set on the chair beside me. As my tummy filled and the leftovers grew, the bag slowly filled, too... without me ever feeling rushed or interrupted.
I wasn't the only one who noticed... I overheard the table next to me openly complimenting him on his exceptional service, and they were absolutely right. You can tell when someone is genuinely good at what they do, and Jemar is. He is the definition of stellar hospitality.
Everyone should be so lucky to sit in his section.
Overall, dining in at Evo was an experience, not just a meal. Delicious food, a warm and inviting atmosphere, and standout service. I'll absolutely be back.
Five stars all day.
And if you can, request Jemar, he's the bombdiggity.com of servers, in my opinion.