Love in the mouth. That phrase was used by a young Italian kid who was struggling with English trying to describe the wine his vineyard made. Sorry my command of English is not that good. Last night we walked 10 minutes to Erbaluce, voted Boston's top Italian restaurant, (much to the disappointment to the other 10,000 incredible Italian restaurants here)
If a restaurant had a gender, I would call this one female. The chef uses herbs to flavor dishes rather than spices. In fact the herbs are the star of the plate, the protein on the plate plays second fiddle.
We met the chef at our favorite vegetable stand a few weeks ago, and he educated us on how to sauté a sunflower. I had the sunflower stuffed with herbed ricotta, Cindy had prosciutto with apricots. For the main course I enjoyed wild boar with a plum sauce, and Cindy had a fish with tomato/anchovy sauce. The menu changes nightly, as it should. Non dairy was not an issue as butter/cream was not a popular ingredient. The chef would adjust most any item to be non dairy.
At this level of restaurant you come to be entertained, as much as fed. We were definitely entertained, but both wished we had ordered a pasta. I hope to come back after the next we discover the next horizon of restaurants in our neighborhood.
At this level of restaurant you come to be entertained, as much as fed. We were definitely entertained, but both wished we had ordered a pasta. I hope to come back after the next we discover the next horizon of restaurants in our neighborhood.
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