Circumstances may have meant that we may not have done justice to Marliave. But we certainly gave it our best shot. The circumstances were that we had had a long day and our body clocks were on European time. What we needed was a decent, unchallenging dinner. And that’s what we go, generally speaking. The menu isn’t exclusively Italian but it certainly leans in that direction.
There was bread and olive oil to dip it in. A light, fairly bland, oil, but good bread. Ravioli, stuffed with ricotta, were perfectly cooked to al dente. There was a simple sauce of roasted tomatoes and basil – the slight sharpness of the tomatoes contrasting well with the soft flavours of the ricotta.
The other plate was the excellently named “Sunday Gravy”. Gnocchi with a tomato based gravy, enhanced by shreds of beef. The menu mentions lamb and pork also being in there but, truth be told, I couldn’t detect them.
For desserts, tapioca pudding seemed a bit of an odd thing to see on a menu. In fact, it would seem a bit odd to see it anywhere. We doubted we’ve experienced it since childhood, half a century ago. But, it was warm and comforting – just the thing when your body is disorientated from long hours of travel. On the other hand, butterscotch pudding wasn’t a wild success. Even with the juliennes of candied ginger, this was very mono-dimensional, just tasting of a generic “sweet” – reminiscent of cheap factory made fudge.