The next consideration: main course. Although I had my heart set on the Swiss Chard Gnocchi with Browned Butter, I opted for the special: Homemade Potato Gnocchi with pork sausage, roasted tomato and a dallop of creamy goat cheese. Hello love. Each bite melted in my mouth, and begged me to take it slow. Even as the plate cooled, the pleasure remained consistent. My dining partner selected the Pan Roasted Pork Cutlet on a bed of mashers and braised greens. A good dish, but seemed a bit on the fatty side- and the potatoes were more comparable to soup.
The finally was a bit troubling. The server neglected to bring me my single espresso, but brought several glasses of dessert wine (with which I was not interested in). A food runner brought us somebody else's gelato, then eventually the Pear Cake with Chocolate Chunks. The dish could have been defrosted from a box at the grocery store! Might I suggest going to the buzzing dining room for a glass of wine, the gnocchi and moving on? Dessert and espresso are better expressed elsewhere.
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