Dayyy-uuum! The food here absolutely rocked!
The four of us started with some burrata and and assortment of hand-sliced prosciutti to start. Wonderful.
I had the carbonara next. Stunning.
Finished with the roman meatballs. Probably the second-best meatballs I’ve had in my life, second only to the meatballs from Cosetta’s Italian restaurant in St. Paul, MN.
started with some Prosecho (I think it was the Extra Dry, but cannot remember; they were out of the Bisol); it was serviceable, and I think quite good at the price.
Next had the 2009 Fiano that was recommended a couple times up-thread. It was absolutely stunning!
We ended with a wine that was superb. Ordering it, however, was probably the weirdest wine-ordering experience I’ve ever had.
First, I asked for the 1989 Boca Gattinara. Our waitress said, “I will check to see if we have that.”
Then, our waitress came back and said “We don’t have that vintage.” So, I asked for the '90. She said she’d check and get back to me.
A couple minutes later she comes back and says, “Our sommelier recommends against it. She says it is a very weird wine, and most people it’s not to their taste.” I responded, “Well, weird how? Is it kind of earthy, funky, and leathery?” She responds, “Yes.” I say, “Perfect! That’s exactly what we want. We will have that please.”
A few minutes later she returns to my table with the wine list, and says “We don’t have any Boca.” I say, “O.K., we’ll just pick something else, then.” For the next three or four minutes we pore over the list: everything our waitress recommends is either way younger than I was looking for, and/or more expensive than what we wanted to spend, and/or they didn’t have it (I tried ordering the ‘06 Montevertine La Pergole, but they were out of it).
Eventually, I say, “So, you don’t have any of the Boca, huh?” She responds, “Oh, yes; we do. Which one do you want?” I say, “Ummmm, do you have the 1989?”, to which she replies, “Yes.” I say, “Great! Then we’ll have that, please.” She says, “O.K.”’ I say, “Thank you.” And that is how we eventually ended-up with the 1989 Boca Gattinara as our third wine. It did need a few minutes in the glass to sort itself out some, but it was very good, and fully mature — it was a stunning pairing with the meatballs, each making the other better. Ordering the darned thing, however … sheesh! … really makes me wonder.