leave your inhibitions at the door
On the second night of our second trip to Scottsdale, Boom Boom had a work dinner so couldn’t come out with us. So Mini-Me and I had ourselves a bit of a man-date. We decided to live it up and do what men are “supposed to do” – grab some cigars, go to an over-priced steak joint, and then hit the nudie bars for some good bonding time.
Not. C’mon, he’s only 11. And he doesn’t like steak.
Boom Boom and I got to sample some of their fine California/Mediterranean fare at the wine festival we snuck into the last time we were here. We also got to see the restaurant from the outside and it was gorgeous with a huge patio. I made a mental note to definitely go there if I had an opportunity. Well here it was.
But alas, they weren’t going to give it to the two of us. They did offer us seats at their kitchen table – a long bar-like counter facing the staff diligently cooking away.
Alright, let’s do this.
Obviously, we were starving.
Most of the dishes were very, very good. The quince jam was a perfect match to the salt and spice in the cheese and chorizo. I had never seen artichoke presented as like that and the flavors were just as good. The real treat for me was the pesto. I’ve always said that pesto was a lot like hockey for me – I never understood the appeal and just never liked it. This changed my mind, easily the best I’ve had.
Mini-me LOVED his gnocchi and had a staredown with that last bite –
As for my scallops, I enjoyed the polenta and asparagus quite a bit. The big problem was that the scallops were overcooked. Also, a couple times I bit into a shell fragment. So, in my best passive-aggressive form, I asked if they got their scallops still on the shell. They didn’t and couldn’t explain how those pieces made their way into the dish.
Horrified, they gave us a free dessert –
Any difficulties we had in finishing our other meals were easily overcome.
Overall, a beautiful meal in a beautiful restaurant. Everything is house-made from scratch and the balance of flavor elements in each dish was spot-on. It was terrific man-date. Definitely go there.