originally posted by Peter Creasey:
Italian Lineup/multicourse dinner - menu
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originally posted by Peter Creasey:
Mark and Jeff, No one is (and speaks) more Italian that this restaurateur. He's the real thing and has been operating his establishment very successfully (even with national acclaim) for 50 years.
originally posted by Cole Kendall:
Though I admit I usually associate cacio e pepe with Rome, not normally a city known for its risotto.
originally posted by kirk wallace:
a Texas Artaud
originally posted by mark e:
There are many parts of the country where there is a paucity of sophisticated palates. I happen to live in one now. We have stellar ingredients but few chefs who know how to use them.
originally posted by Rahsaan:
originally posted by mark e:
There are many parts of the country where there is a paucity of sophisticated palates. I happen to live in one now. We have stellar ingredients but few chefs who know how to use them.
Case in point, last night I had dinner at the Counting House in Durham..
originally posted by Peter Creasey:
Since he is not here to dialogue with you, I added photos to the original posting so the dishes might perhaps speak for themselves.
originally posted by Peter Creasey:
Curious...what's the apparent objection to enhancing the taste of a dish with sprinkled cheese?
That's slightly over-stated. I grant that the risotto and the dessert look like barf and a science experiment, respectively, but the others look perfectly lovely.originally posted by Todd Abrams:
Any objection I have is to the photos. You've got about thirty shades of brown across the range of images. Even the green looks brown. Frankly, it all kind of looks like pet food. How can these images possibly help the dishes speak for themselves?
Marc D ftw! That was Italian in my neighborhood, too. (Served with a side of mob.)originally posted by Marc D:
Kirk, you are a gentleman and a scholar.
Regional tastes for sure.
I spent the first 18 years of my life where Italian food was what they served on 9th street in S Philly.
Everything was covered in tomato sauce, which the locals called gravy.
Spaghetti meatballs gravy and a cannoli with sweet ricotta in a crunchy shell.
Cheap chianti in a fiasco.
We were living large!
... I think we have a nice little slice of gastronomical sophistication here in America's Piedmont. Or maybe I'm just trying to focus on the positives.