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| - We stepped out of the taxi, wandered through an ally, and straight into Italy. I've never been to Italy, but I imagine this is what it would be, since it did not look like any of the American Italian restaurants I've ever dined in. The ultra-slender wait staff (they can't possibly eat any food) with pointy, shiny shoes were well-mannered, but stand-off-ish compared to my American-friendly standards, but when in Rome, right? I almost felt badly for wearing my jeans, and then realized, I am not stuffing myself into an uncomfortable outfit when I look pretty hot just the way I am.
I don't like cheese, eggs, or offal, so this menu was very un-Cyndi-friendly. Beautiful, creative, authentic, but it took me a while to find a dish I could eat. We settled on the bread knots, crusty little orbs of dough in olive oil and rosemary and the fried olives, succulent morsels stuffed with sausage and coated in a light breading (but I've had better). The wine list was all Italian, which, I suppose, is a good thing for an Italian restaurant, but being the Californian wine snob that I am, I had to select a wine that was well over what I wanted to pay, and it was merely drinkable, not outstanding (if I'd paid the same price for a California wine, it would have been a truly delicious bottle). My husband had a cheese and foie gras ravioli dish that even he was effusive and overly complimentary about. It was beautiful and clearly took hours upon hours to make. I settled on a simple grilled fish with lemon and olives, nothing else, no veg, just a small plate of skinny fish (with two bones that I nearly choked upon). I am a meat-eater, I will choose steak 99 times out of 100 if it is offered, but there sadly was no steak, so I chose the fish. It was nicely cooked, light, flaky and flavorful, but still left me desiring something more.
We skipped out on dessert, the prices here are ridiculous (and I don't mind spending money on great food, but this was not GREAT food that merited these prices), and the service is very stand-off-ish. Not a restaurant I'd return to, given the many restaurants I've dined on that hit on all my favorite points and didn't make me feel like I was "uncultured," even though I know my food and wine.
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