Ryan F.
Yelp
We began our meal at Olea with a plate of hummus, pita, and olives, a classic combination done right. The hummus was smooth, the pita perfectly soft, and the olives a briny contrast. Following that, we enjoyed shrimp, which were plump, juicy, and had that perfect snap-like texture. They arrived in a vibrant white wine butter sauce, with a present yet subtle chili pepper element. Our magnetic server then cleared away the shrimp-less plate but--masterfully--added the remaining butter sauce to our pita dish, allowing us to revisit the excellence of the earlier dish.
Next came artichokes in garlic lemon butter--simply exquisite--and octopus paired with romesco, chorizo, and potatoes. The ratio of each ingredient to every bite was spot-on. As we struggled to decide which pasta dishes to share, Luis, our ruggedly handsome yet graceful server, came to the rescue. He recommended a half portion of the ravioli, fettuccine, and trofie--offering a perfect solution that allowed us to try a bit of everything without overindulging.
The ravioli, stuffed with velvety ribeye and served in a goat cheese cream sauce with peas and pancetta, was hearty without being heavy, decadent without overwhelming. The fettuccine was perfectly al dente in a fragrant pesto sauce with sun-dried tomatoes, topped with more supple scrimps. As a student of the noodle, I'm always eager to try new pasta, and this was my first introduction to trofie. What sorrow to know how long I've lived in ignorance. A double helix of thin yet dense noodles, the trofie was a perfect vessel for the truffle nage--a delightfully earthy and vegetal sauce.
For our next course, we had a delicate, flaky filet of orange roughy served with another new-to-me culinary revelation: prosecco sauce. The light, effervescent quality of the sauce was phenomenal. Perhaps my favorite dish of the evening was the pork chop, moist and flavorful, served in a standout mustard cream sauce.
The other server, the effortlessly charming Jane, anticipated our every need, leaving us wanting for nothing throughout the meal. The dashing food runner, whose name I regrettably did not catch, glided each dish onto our table with precision, maximizing our space for what was admittedly a rather excessive feast. The playlist of upbeat, timeless bangers made me feel like I'd been invited to a party far cooler than I had any right to attend.
For dessert, we shared a slice of olive oil apple cake, light and airy, dancing with whipped buttercream and subtle baking spices. The chocolate pot de crème? If nutritionally acceptable, I'd happily subsist on it alone for the rest of my days. A perfect cappuccino rounded out the meal.
The space itself is gorgeous. Original art adorns the walls, and the restaurant is bathed in warm lighting. It's intimate yet lively, cozy but not cramped, with lively plants giving it a fresh, vibrant energy. The service throughout the evening was a masterclass in navigating a tight space harmoniously. Every movement was attentive but unobtrusive, creating a seamless flow.
5 stars, 4 bells, and two thumbs up.