Evading from Bonta's extravagantly conceit menu, i saw myself plunging into Spizzico on intuition-driven impulse. And i met MINO.
The reality figure of BFG-alike Hagrid (Mr Potter's third arm at Hogwarts), Mino was sheer opposite from his intimidating frame. No haughty airs, no intrusiveness, no explosive attitude or temper... just a humble chap who gets involved in even menial tasks at the restaurant. Despite his managerial stature.
Awesome man. He made my meal.
The food didn't disappoint badly either.
To begin with a steaming-hot bread basket was impression won over. Excellent sheets of pizza bases in there, akin to the naans.
They've got sticky sauces.
Sauces that cling so huggingly onto the strands like okra's gooey substance. Probably the effect of pasta-cooking-liquid, which unfortunately wasn't to dad's favour. Soupy whitewine sauces for Spaghetti Vongole is best for him.
Spaghetti Marinara ($22)
The next sticky thing upholds the title of Seafood Galore. Swarmed by a plethora of crab halve, mussels, clams, shrimps, squids... and crayfish! was my Spaghetti Marinara minus the cream.
Mino approached to deliver his testimonial on desserts. which all turned out to be out-of-the-box creations.
From the unornamented Panna Cotta Caffe looking like an overturned tofu (and tasted like one too!) slashed with coffee syrup.. to the Tortino Cioccolato -warm chocolate cake- involved in its stack between vanilla icecream and milk-soaked cake crumbs in a sundae glass. Both were total eye-openers.
Just like how Mino conducted the night.