Dinner last night was in Fishtown at Mulherins, a name that doesn’t immediately imply Italian food, and yet, it’s supposed to serve some of the best in town. There were several dishes that appealed to us, but there’s only so much we can put away, and a 24oz dry-aged ribeye isn’t one of them — even shared between the two of us that’s an obscene amount of meat — and so, tough decisions had to be made.
We started off with the crispy octopus (a must on any menu for us)

and the gem lettuce with anchovy dressing, parmigiano, mollica — basically a Caesar. I really liked it, but I like almost any salad I don’t have to prepare myself 

The octopus showed up in a tempura-like batter, which we found unnecessary. Octopus don’t need no stinkin’ batter! The lemony white bean purée and the ‘spicy’ (not) arugula pesto painted on the plate went well with it, however.
Our secondi were tortellini alla panna with mortadella & pistachio ‘gremolata’
& agnolotti with chestnut, chanterelles, and truffle.
The little pasta pockets were delicate and tender, both with distinctly flavorful fillings. The gremolata, however, consisted of a handful of raw pistachios thrown atop the tortellini. I’d expected something a little closer in resemblance to actual gremolata — like chopped & toasted pistachios with a citrus & herb element, which would’ve brightened up the dish. My agnolotti were fab — a little chestnut sauce was painted on the plate, there was a goodly number of chanterelles, and a few shaves of rather flavorless truffle. Both were generous portions & on the rich side, and we struggled a bit finishing them, not wanting to take a doggie bag home. That unfortunately also nixed our plans to try the pistachio cake with pistachio anglaise & olive oil gelato. Good thing we had a gorgeous tiramisu from the Italian bakery waiting for us at home.
The wine bottles were $$$, and glasses around $16, so we stuck to a lovely European-style pilsner from a Vermont brewery they had on draft,

and forewent any digestifs from the extensive amaro selection. A dry AF martini for both of us at home did the trick.
Overall a nice meal, but I’m not sure we’d return. The search for fab Italian continues…