I hate the word whimsical. But here is where it actually makes sense. The feeling of olives exploding in your mouth. The oooooze of cheese sliding around your tongue. The refreshing aroma of peas and mint. All of the ocean’s wonders wafting across your palate. The ching ching of the ice cream vendor’s bell as he makes his way through the restaurant. It’s just … well … whimsical … eating at Tickets. Aside from the annoying Americans sitting behind us, this was one of the most interesting and fun-filled dining experiences I’ve ever had. The attention to each and every detail was impressive. No pretension. Simply exquisite flavors and incredible service. BRAVO TICKETS!!!!
