Paesanos Midtown closed temporarily on Monday, Nov. 11 for a modest face lift and is scheduled to reopen tomorrow, owner Mark Scribner said in an interview on Sunday.
The impetus for the closure was the need to install new flooring in the kitchen. While they were closed, they decided to get some other work done, including:
- New coat of paint
- New art
- Additional bench seating to allow for a more flexible dining area
- New chandeliers
- Doubling their taps from 6 to 12 with the addition of a glycol cooling system
Scribner (whose parents own local winery Scibner Bend) said they decided to do the work now since there's a slight lull between the end of the summer and the holiday season. The last renovation of the space was done 12 years ago in 2001.
The menu will also get a small update with the addition of a few more pastas, pizzas and salads.
Fans of the restaurant don't need to worry - the character of restaurant they love should remain the same after it reopens tomorrow. It'll just be a little freshened up.
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