Milano's Italian restaurant featuring fresh pasta, tasty wines like a late harvest Sfursat, and Kucinich stickers--proving that not all rural areas need be redneck.
On Saturday night, I had the spinach walnut ravioli with a gorgonzola cream sauce. Rich, but not overly so. More like the melt in your mouth texture as if it were fondue. My husband enjoyed the lamb and risotto, cooked perfectly right. The apple pie slice was HUGE. Apples had just the right texture, and the crust the right amount of flakiness. Even I, a cut-the-curst-away person rated it highly.
Though we had brought plenty of wines, bread, and snacks for Sunday's lunch, we couldn't resist going back to Milano's after our morning hike/journey up Mt. Baker to view the snowfields. We split the fresh focaccia bread filled with wild greens, mozerella, tomatoes, balsamic vinegar, and proscutto. By sharing, we left room for a peanut butter cookie. Oatmeal raisin, chocolat chip, and 3 kinds of biscotti were also available.
After another hike we went back Sunday night for one more dinner at, you guessed it, Milano's. Again, I had the Sfursat full of swirly mellow tannins. This time I tried the house specialty chicken topped with mozzerella cooked to where it dissolves in your mouth without feeling mushy.
Normally, I avoid Italian restaurants because I can cook up to their par or better than them. Not this one. So go! And enjoy the scenery, too.
I have to confess that we did not even try Graham's, the only other restaurant in town. It looked okay, but Milano's proved irresistable.