Today is the 23rd anniversary of the day Medium H and I met, so we celebrated with a roam around Eataly (so, so, so many panettones) and dinner at Il Pesce.
The atmosphere is kinda hectic, it being in the middle of a store and all, and the service reflected that - very rushed, but only until our appetizers came, and then things thankfully simmered down. We started with some impeccably fresh scallops, that were also too salty and too lemony.
Next was a seafood salad - no notes on this, it was great. The squid in particular was very fine, smooth and soft. I have done the restaurant a favor by photoshopping out a wayward piece of parsley marring the pristine white bowl.
I probably wouldn’t have gotten these clams if I knew they were the micro kind, but the sauce was so good that H stole half the bread. Probably doing me a favor.
Next up was a very al dente squid ink pasta with lots of excellent shrimp in a fresh and spicy tomato sauce amped up with Calabrian chilis. After this my nose closed over, which was a shame because I was really enjoying the wine (Cecilia Ansonica).
As you can see, portions are not dainty, and I could’ve done without dessert, but H spied some pistachio pudding thing with cookies and almonds on it (it’s a four syllable word that starts with a B - see if you know what the hell this is). They stuck some candles in it in honor of our big day. Why three? Why not three.
