more than any other italian restaurant i've experienced outside of italy, this restaurant captures the fine, distinctive mix of tastes that so epitomizes italian cuisine. it is not so obvious if you've never been there. (italy or trattoria alla toscana) it is obvious. trust me.
we started with a bottle of prosecco and had a bowl of local green lipped mussels in a neopolitan salsa that took me back to my first visit to italy 26 years ago. to the best of my ability to ascertain, this was an elegant mixture of olive oil, tomatoes, lemon, garlic, and white wine. the ciabatta had a velvety texture, tasty, and very helpful for dipping. the mussels were big at four inches and were juicy, plump, tender morsels of the sea which, when bathed in the broth made me sad that there were only ten in the bowl. next, came a bowl of house made ravioli with mushrooms and ricotta cheese in an orange tinged lighltly creamy, white wine sauce for trinj and a house made pappardelle with mushrooms and smoked salmon sauce for me. the only thing i could say about bothpastadishes bursting with an exquisitely blended palette of tastes while simultaneously maintaining their subtle distinctness, was you have to try this yourself if you're in new zealand. or maybe even if you're not.
a bottle of 2007 hawkes bay alpha romus merlot/cabernet sauvignon wine came out and as we started to make a dent of it, the secondi came out, a sixteen ounce florentine t-bone steak. this was not lamb. this was not a hamburger. this was a 16 ounce t-bone steak cooked in a traditional florentine style, with garlic, olive oil and rosemary, which i have been in love with since my first bite years ago. yo, baby, yo. as i cut into it and watched the purplish, juices come out of the meat and seep onto the plate, i could almost smell the wondrous meaty smell-----but of course i can't. i can't smell. even so, as i took my first bite of the succulent beef, i thought back to a time in tacoma.
i smiled as i took my first bite. i looked at my wife as she took her first bite. we smiled at each other. this was real. this was not lamb. this was a beautiful cut of meat, beef steak or bisteca, cooked to perfection. the taste, the texture, the juiciness, the tenderness, the feel of it in the mouth, the way it played on all of one's senses. this was a wonderful thanksgiving dinner. oh, baby! the wine did a service to the dish.
a cheese plate followed which was nicely accompanied by walnuts, apricots, kiwi, melons, some more wonderful ciabatta and some crackers.
then came dessert. the profiteroles came out soft and drizzled in chocolate filled with a sumptuous light cream. perfectly done. the sadness that comes with the end of each course is quickly overtaken at the giddy pleasure that comes from the next wondrous caress of the taste buds of the following course.
all in all, a great thanksgiving dinner in new zealand.