About a week ago, I’d made a rez at a cute lil BYOB for last night — thinking it might either be a celebratory or a consolatory meal. Having spent the better part of the day brushing the cat, weeping, and staring at the wall, I wasn’t sure whether it might not be best to cancel.
My PIC insisted we get out of the house just to ‘air out,’ and I’m so grateful that he did.
The place is tiny, with just a few bar seats and maybe 6-8 tables. We brought a Falanghina to start with

and a bottle of Zoe rosé, a lovely Greek blend of Moschofilero and Agiorgitiko.
We shared the endive salad with anchovy, buttermilk & comté — a luscious riff on a Caesar with frisée, radicchio and endive,
the tortellini with eggplant and tomato, which came — unexpectedly, I might add, en brodo (a lovely, clear tomato broth) — and which were perfect: silky pasta with a wonderfully flavorful filling,
the potato, leek & ricotta salata that was so much more than the sum of its parts
(the pic does not do the dish justice), and finally, the strip steak with Jimmy Nardello peppers and cipollini onion. The peppers were sweet and the perfect foil for the steak.
We might’ve enjoyed the steak more if it had been closer to MR than medium, but it was tender and juicy. We also ordered the perfect amount of food, even though the server had recommended 5-6 dishes. Uh, nope.
My PIC decided to bring dessert home, a lovely light chocolate cake with caramel and peanuts.
Cheese course was a few chonks of Stilton.

A brief respite from the madness.