So, I decided to take myself on a fancy date to Osteria Mozza last night. Walked right in and there just happened to be one seat at the mozzarella bar with my name on it. Here is the breakdown of my dinner:
Amuse: Fresh mozzarella on a crostini – this was nice, but not the sort of amuse that perked my palate with a wake-up call. There is a theme here, though. Things went progressively from good to outstanding as the courses progressed. I think there was some sort of lemon zest in the mix somehow and that was nice.
Antipasti: Mozzarella in carozza with salsa pizziaolo – cheese and anchovies breaded and deep fried. What is there to argue about that? It was quite lovely and looked a lot heartier than it actually was. The only downside was the greens on the side. They were a bit cumbersome to eat, but all and all, a perfect starter.
Primi: Orecchiette with sausage & Swiss chard – just the right amount of perfectly cooked pasta in a slightly spicy sauce that was not overbearing. The chew of the pasta held the bits of sausage nicely. I really enjoyed this dish.
Secondi: Pan roasted sea trout with Umbrian lentils & red cabbage sottaceto – I have not had cooked fish this good since my salmon experience as Au Pied de Cochon in Paris this summer. The skin was perfectly crisp, the flesh was juicy and cooked to the right consistency and the polarity of the veggies (cold pickled cabbage on top/warm earthy lentils below) served as an splendid compliment. Highly recommended.
Espresso – Aye! More bitter than smooth. Having said that, it did the trick, allowing my GI track to properly digest the four courses.
Dolci: Rosemary Olive Oil Cakes with olive oil gelato & rosemary brittle – I could eat this every day. Four little muffin shaped cakes sprinkled with powdered sugar. I had Batali’s olive oil gelato at Otto before, but I dare say, this one was better, accentuating the ribbon of oil and salt. The little piece of brittle with tiny leaves of rosemary was enjoyable.
The service was good. The Bowie being blasted from the speakers was nice to me, but seemed rather incongruous with the room. I will be back, with or without a guest (either real or imagined).