This was our Valentine's Day one-day-late dinner. The bread was awesome, crusty and sour and full of air pockets (my fave kind of bread) and served with a wooden bowl of very fresh ricotta - free cheese! Yay!
We had the broiled oysters topped with bread crumbs in some sort of tomato/caper/garlic reduction, which was served crazy hot. Since the oysters were different sizes, some were perfectly cooked and others overdone. And I thought the portion was a little skimpy at 6/$14. The sauce was delicious, though, and very well balanced.
Also had the burrata with roasted cherry tomatoes on the vine. The tomatoes were worlds better than one would expect this time of year, candy-sweet. The burrata was tasty but too wet. Unless it's supposed to be that wet. Then it was exactly right.
For entrees, we had the tagliolini with bread crumbs and bottarga. The bottarga was not much in evidence (plenty of bread crumbs, though), and the pasta was too buttery. Which did not stop me from eating it all really fast. And the razza (skate! I've learned a new Italian word), which was ideal. I'd only had skate prepared in the French style, sauteed with brown butter and capers. This was grilled, bringing a welcome meatiness and heft to the fish.
Our side of broccoli rabe with garlic was just as advertised, and nothing special.
The service was faultless. But I question Peasant's decision to print the menu almost entirely in Italian, and then have the wait staff translate it into English for every.single.table. This is...stupid. Also affected. Also annoying, when you keep hearing the recitation of the whole shebang echoing throughout the dining room all during your meal.
But! Nice place, nice dinner. And it smells like a fireplace in there, which makes you hungry.