Jose L.
Yelp
After conquering the trails, Larch Italian restaurant is my post hike victory parade. It's where all that mountain climbing pays off in pasta. Word to the wise: make a reservation unless you're into loitering by the sidewalk, pretending you're not hungry. This place gets packed like a Friday night bar crawl.
The host stand is just a hop, skip, and a cozy indoor space away, with outdoor seating for the fresh air fans. Visiting on a Friday, it gets loud inside with the busyness and music buzzing. Reservation confirmed, and we're seated, victory number two.
Enter Luis, our hydration savior, who brought out the water we desperately needed after pretending to be a pro hiker all day.
I kicked off the night with a Dragons of Eden cocktail: gin-based, semi-sweet, and an instant favorite.
Round two? Not so much. The Emerald Peak had potential, but tasted like St. Germain elderflower decided to hog the spotlight. I called it quits after two sips.
I retreated to my usual, not on the menu but boy can they craft an espresso martini. Perfection in a glass, worthy of a standing ovation.
Appetizer time: crab & shrimp cakes, two patties served with arugula and lemon caper aioli. The sauce had some kick, but overall, solid choice.
The focaccia bread with spiced tomato oil was good and kept us company until the main event arrived.
Ah, the cacio e pepe. Apparently, it had just been yanked from the menu due to mixed reviews, but thankfully Luis checked and I managed to snag one before it vanished. It showed up looking a little... soupy? I've had it before here but, turned out it was swimming in extra pasta water. Weird, but honestly, didn't mind it. Just maybe tone down the hydration next time.
Luis crushed it with service, the carbs were exactly what we needed, and most of the drinks were worthy of a toast for surviving the hike.
Now, if only I could convince Larch to open in Houston. But until that dream comes true, I'll be counting the days until my next Leavenworth visit.