Ron W.
Yelp
Enter the REI parking lot sale. Filled with romance? Slalom through the space heaters in the parking lot patio and into the cozy little shoe box with a mini-bar and a few tables.
Before you set your tush on a cushion a plate of still oven warm Focaccia appears along with the Italian riff on Salsa Fresca. Lovely.
The Decor: Twist around in your chair and you'll see that the walls are adorned with enlarged photos of sexy wenches on benches eating oodles of sexy noodles.
Other than the bella ripazza on the walls the decor is basic beach shack chic. (Say that 10 times as fast as you can, eat a cracker and then whistle).
The Staff: Other than the kitchen which is the same size as what you'd find in modest motor home, there is Gio who works every table by himself like a borrowed mule. And if a borrowed mule can be charming, he certainly is.
Brother Gio knows everything about the menu and how the kitchen does what it does. Before you formulate a question, he has already read the table and your order has been written down on the ticket, plus you''ll get a tutorial on the significance of using a reduction of stock in the Ragu instead of a roux with Cream. Don't know the benefit of pasta extruded through a bronze die versus house made fresh? (Better for sauce distribution and pasta cling). Well, don't interrupt Gio, he's on a roll and you're about to find out in great detail.
The Bar: Full. Lot's of cocktails. Stick to the classics. (they're easy to make and harder to screw up). I had a Tiki Tiki which was a throbbing Day-Glo Green concoction of Rhum (sp), Orgeat, (Almond Syrup), Blue Curacao, Orange, Pineapple and Pomegranate. Not exactly Italian, but not bad either. It had that Ty-D-Bowl on the rocks look to it as if it escaped from a just turned 21 party at Trader Vic's. It probably should've been served in a ceramic coconut but no matter, it was exactly as advertised. Sweet and cold.
Then I tried an Eric. No, it was not a Grinder adventure but another cocktail with Amaretto, Bourbon, Orange Peel, and Walnut Bitters. It was simple and pretty damn good.
Or maybe just have some wine. Gio will abide and there is a nice selection to work with.
Who's in the Casa? Almost no one at 5:00 PM except the two dudes (possibly a Grinder adventure), who'd been there since the night before. Eventually, the locals started to trickle in and order their "regular" libation. Then came the First Daters, followed by the "Fun Bus" from Leisure World up the street.
Even as the dining room began to fill up it was surprisingly quiet. Quiet enough to hear your table neighbor's dinner conversation even if you're interested in it.
The Food: Overall, it was a yeoman like effort.
First out was the Fritto Misto which had been winking at me. Crunchy is America's favorite flavor. I thought it would pair well with my deep well Tiki Tiki cooler. But the dish was indeed a cooler on it's own. The few Calamari were joined by a few Shrimp and fewer Smelt plus one Zucchini Spear along with a mini-cup of Arrabbiatta Sauce. Not enough Sauce? No worries, the same sauce shows up ladled on/over the Eggplant Parmesan, the Lasagna and anything else requiring a red sauce which will, no doubt, just wind up on your shirt anyway.
While the mound of fried things held the promise of cracking a crown when it arrived it was warm but the crunch had given way to merely a bendable coating. Order it again? Yes, but not here.
The Eggplant Parm was more Parm and Mozz than Eggplant which flirted with being slightly stringy and chewy. Order it again? Yes, but not here.
The Meatballs stuffed with Taleggio (the Prince of Italian cheeses) came buried in "that ubiquitous Red Sauce". The cheese was lost. It was kinda like mixing Don Julio 1942 into a Margarita. Order them Meatballs again? Yes, but not here.
The Lasagna was the star of the show. One of the best versions anywhere. (So, it's true. Even a blind squirrel eventually finds an acorn).
The pasta sheets were cooked perfectly and retained a lovely chew, the meaty filling was still juicy and troweled on and in between those wonderful pasta sheets with the love only a Nonna can bestow.
Yes, the Red Sauce was familiar but this time it was layered with a stellar Besciamella Sauce. Would I order this again? Absolutely, and only here as Oliver's has set the Lasagna bar beyond reach by other Osterias.
I'd return for this Lasagna version without urgin'.