Sofia Amar
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Celladora was something else entirely.
From the moment we stepped inside, we felt an unexpected mix of comfort and awe. The space is small, just four tables, but it carries a presence that’s artistic, warm, intimate, and quietly electric. They were running a little behind, but it didn’t feel like a delay. Vinny, our incredible server, welcomed us with glasses of chilled rosé, and time instantly slowed in the best way.
What followed was a food experience that felt intentional, layered, and full of soul.
We began with the charcuterie board, trusting their recommended cheeses and meats. Each bite was perfectly curated. The ceviche arrived bright and vibrant, filled with cilantro, Peruvian peppers, and a burst of sweet citrus. The Caesar salad, made with frisée, was a bold and refreshing take on the classic. The pasta with sausage, kale, and pecorino was delicate yet full of flavor, with a beautiful balance of lightness and spice. The pork larb, which I didn’t try due to dietary restrictions, was a favorite at the table; sweet, gingery, and ridiculously delicious.
Then came the dish that truly stopped me: the beef tartare. Herby, bursting with spices like cinnamon, cumin, and just a hint of cardamom. It was rich, memorable, and entirely unique. Paired with ultra-thin pita crackers, it left me speechless. I tried to savor it slowly, but it was impossible not to fall in fast.
When it came to wine, we shared the flavor profiles we typically enjoy with our server. Vinny returned with two perfect selections, each more spot-on than the last. We happily took both to say the least!
Dessert was a blueberry cake with a berry sumac whip. Simple, light, and the sweetest ending to an unforgettable meal.
I don’t leave reviews often. But if you’re debating this restaurant, don’t. And if you’re lucky enough to get a reservation, savor every single moment.