BABBO

We got lucky, walked in and got a table at Babbo. I was on a date. I like sharing food (depending on the situation… I could talk a lot about that, and I will someday) but she was fun to share food with. We got the beet tartar. It was good, but in a very un-Babbo-y way they tried to make it too much like steak tartar with all the sides (salt, mustard, onion, etc.) It seemed like something they might serve at VP2.

The pastas were great of course.

Bavette with ramps

Home made orechetti, broccoli rabe, and sausage. The texture of their pasta is perfect.

Braised beef

And these peas with superchunks of bacon

This dessert, which was described as “out of control”