Saffron was one of those places I always meant to try. The buzz was good-gorgeous atmosphere, great service and an inventive menu that fused Thai, Japanese and Indian dishes with a killer collection of accompanying wine. It sounded favorite-worthy, and Rachael Daigle and I went for dinner toward the end of last summer. When we hit Grove Street, we could already hear the chaos. People with wristbands were everywhere and a line stretched around the corner all the way to 6th Street.
"I didn't know it was this good," I said to Rachael, hoping my tank top and jeans would pass inspection. Twenty bucks and ten minutes later, we squeezed into a dark swank space. The live music was killer …
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