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| - Now, my job as an aspiring poet/non-paid food writer doesn't exactly make me a Rockerfeller so I can't afford to eat at Ascari Enoteca too often, but when I treat myself after a long week of slaving away at the corporate ladder, it's well worth it.
I've been here a few times and after a lovely dinner tonight it's about time I wrote a review. If anything I can comment on consistency. I tend to think that second to food, consistency is the cornerstone to success. I've been known to frequent restaurants with the sh-ttiest of service based only on excellent food and consistency. Happily, Ascari Enoteca has wonderful service, whether you have reservations or not, whether you are sitting at the bar or at a table, whether you're with a group or alone.
Brass tacks. Let's talk food. I can tell you that the Carbonara is the stuff dreams are made of. When you mix up that raw yolk into the perfectly al dente noodle, with those small cubes of ham and sqaush, something magic happens. All that rich creaminess is nearly impossible to finish in one sitting, especially if you opened with an appetizer (which I always do). This evening I started with a unripened mozzarella paired with salsa verde and an anchovy fillet. They cover they mozzarella with a crunchy bread crumb that brings a desserty-sweetness to the cheese, creating the perfect sweet/savoury combo when paired with salsa and anchovy. Between courses I snacked on a dish of warmed olives. I drank Italian beer and sipped ice water. I read Flow by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi. Talk about the path to happiness.
And then I paid my bill and slipped in to the night, already dreaming of that day where I've saved my pennies and can come back again.
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