Our second meal at All'Angelo didn't disappoint. It turned out to be the perfect venue for a 9:30 birthday dinner on a Monday night -- not easy to find in this early bird town.
Lots of prosciutto, speck and sopresatta, cavatapi with osso buco, that incredible octopus carpaccio, cauliflower timbale (a more elegant version of the Faith Willinger sformato I cook), tortelli with potatoes and wild mushrooms (the exception to my no pasta and potatoes rule), veal medallions with treviso, and beautiful whole roasted sea bream. The removed cheeks were a special touch. I love the quiet spectacle of watching a fish getting expertly filleted.
I was so stuffed I could hardly move by 11:00, and the baby was passed out on me. (Not an eating schedule an American dietitian would recommend, or pediatrician, for that matter.) And then an extra veal appeared on the table as a bonus. Mmm, lunch.
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