If the Mayans are right and the world is going to end December 2012 then I thought a great New Year's resolution was to eat every Saturday night at one of Boston Mag's Top 50 restaurants. Besides, what better way to learn about Boston then through it's cuisine scene? Since X-mas wiped out ma funds, I couldn't afford to start the resolution until February and so far I've hit Bistro di Midi, Uni, Hamersley's and now La Morra. Finally! I had a five star experience :)
First of, I went slightly baby pants when I saw things like ox tail, red bone marrow, wild boar and sweet little baby cow (all I have to say is South Park "Fun With Veal" Episode 6.6) on the menu. You see, I talked a lot smacked about wanting a foodie adventure and suddenly I rolled up on Travel Channel's "Bizarre Foods" and I am no Andrew Zimmern. Thankfully our server, Hillary, was very sweet and patient as she helped me navigate this unfamiliar and seemingly unholy palate moment.
For cocktails, I wasn't sure if I should try the Arancia Rossa (Grey Goose orange, blood orange juice) or the Violette (Crema di Violette, rose-infused Hendricks gin, lemon) so I went for the Violette since it sounded different and blood orange is everywhere this season. The Violetta had a sweet, floral flavor that reminded me of green tea ice cream. I liked it but I was satisfied with one.
A basket of homemade bread was brought by with fresh ricotta cheese as well as a "chef's gift" of focaccia bread lightly pan-fried with butter and parmesan with a parsnip whip that had a bacon flavor (I wondered if they used bacon grease for the whip since chefs used that sort of thing before the invention of Crisco and it had that kind of texture) that together tasted something like pepperoni pizza. It was good but we had to stop so we wouldn't fill up on bread.
Our first course was the grilled escarole (endive) special with a fried egg on top with roasted hazelnuts. It didn't sound particularly spectacular but Hillary had it (I love it when your server has actually eaten the food and can tell you what is good) and she said it was divine and oh my was she correct. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! We shared it with a glass of cab, he had the mildier Valdisanti and I had the bolder Dogajola.
For our second course, we order a pasta but the primi version. He had the bolognese, which was a rich red wine and meat sauce and not tomatoey at all. His only complaint was the sauce was so good he wished there was more on the pasta. I had the superb sunchoke (a sunflower heart that tastes like artichoke, which is then pureed and stuffed with ricotta in a pasta shell and bathed in melted butter with fresh sage and pearl onion broth) agnolotti. It was truly amazing.
For our third course, he agreed to share the skate wing with me because even though I know a skate is like a mini sting ray I was imagining a bat wing or something gross but Hillary said it was like a pan-fried white fish but a little oiler like a cod. When she brought it out, he dove into the mashed potatoes and left me on my own with the skate. What a team player! I took a deep breathe, took a bite and it was delicious but it was big so I couldn't finish it.
We had trouble translating the Italian dessert menu but since everything else had been perfect we decided to order several desserts, sample, and rank them for fun and here it goes:
1. Sicilian Cassata Cake (A), a scoop of white cake with kumquat (think apricot?) filling coated with a rich chocolate ganache top. I especially liked the kumquat filling because you can't get it on the East Coast as easily as the West Coast so it felt like a special treat.
2. Chocolate Hazelnut Tart (B), if you have Nutella or Ritter Sport's Milk Chocolate and Hazelnut bar from CVS in your PMS first aid kit, then you will love this little tart packed with a chocolate inside so dense it makes homemade fudge seem like a light 3 Musketeers candy bar.
3. Pistachio Semifreddo (C), described as a pistachio ice cream it was lighter like a cream filling and it wasn't cold. More light than sweet. Not bad just different.
4. Espresso Panna Cotta (D), described as a cooked cream or flan with whipped cream and Amaretto cookie crumbs on top. I didn't like this dessert because the panna cotta was more gelatin than flan. Overall it tasted like coffee Jell-O. I guess I was expecting an almond-flavored custard with espresso-infused whipped cream on top with Amaretto cookie crumbs on top. A sort of sweet-strong combination instead of just strong and no sweet.
The only reason this place isn't romantic is because of the location. It's nice inside but the view of Boylston Street with it's loud traffic (one car's loud base caused the windows to undulate) and run-down looking shops is unattractive. Street parking available if you can get it otherwise valet is $8. Total for meal $200. Would come back. Ask for Hillary for great service. read more