B and I stumbled upon Olio while finding alternate routes home. The building is an old oil station from the 1930's, renovated to look modern and totally eyecatching. When we stepped inside, we were greeted with a warm and rustic atmosphere with a hint of earthy and bohemian. We chose to sit outside, despite the forecast for rain, since we would have the patio all to ourselves.
We started with some drinks as we perused their menu. B had The Ankle Breaker: Demerara 151, cherry liqueur, and lemon. And I had the El Diablo: tequila, cassis, lime, and ginger bear. Olio serves beautifully presented, rustic, and tasty Mediterranean food-- to our delight. B and I shared a few tiny plates: Burrata with Stone Fruit and Prosciutto (my favorite); Hummus; and a meat and cheese plate that had a yummilicious fennel relish that I reluctantly had to share with B.
For dessert we split a teeny key lime pie in a jar, which wasn't the best, but satiated that craving for something sweet I have after every meal.