Larina, Ft Greene, Brooklyn. The place has been on my radar for a while, but not the neighborhood. We go to Ft Greene approx every 10 years, but that will change (tho still cant reserve Theodora). The verdict: Some of the best Italian I’ve ever had in Brooklyn, and I’ve had some good ones.
Prosciutto di Parma with Mozzarella di Bufala - Your typical Prosciutto (I prefer San Daniele). Mozzarella a little less successful
Octopus - Not sure it can be cooked any better. Great favor and texture, nice complimentary sauce made with uncooked tomatoes among other goodies.
Intingolo - Like a thick Hummus made with green chickpeas, shishitos and pumpkin seeds. Goes well with their excellent bread basket (first one free). One in our group had a Ratatouille moment remembering her grandma making this as a child. She dropped her makeup kit while tasting.
Rapa Gialla Yellow beets, peaches covered with smoked stringy stracchino. Good tho boring after a few bites. More of a side dish.
Smoked spaghetti - Simple ingredients, sensational flavors. She smokes the spaghetti before cooking. Works really well. The only thing is it gets cold quickly, so mangia mangia
Lasagna - Very good, very saucy and cheesy but retains the texture. Made with spinach pasta sheets
Agnolotti del Plin - This is it. The reason to come. Better than anything we had in NYC (including at Claud) and even some places in Piedmont. Braised beef and chicken filling, sage, and butter mixed with the meat jus. In Piedmont many places even the notable add only butter, some a lot of it. But the jus adds some oomph, as we learned in Turin. I thought I found a good version in San Carlo in West Village a few weeks ago, but this blew it away.
Steak - Expertly cooked.
Tried just about all the desserts and they were all great. Usually I can pick a winner but not in this case. Proper Tiramisu, Panna Cotta
We sat in a nice corner in the back (6 ppl). When we left we noticed a packed house, a full backyard and more in the front sidewalk. Italian spoken more than English including people waiting outside. Turned out the Italian waiter and I have a mutual acquaintance, the owner of the great Il Centro in Priocca.