Brandon T.
Yelp
Chapter 74
In the unassuming landscape of Southwest Minneapolis, lies an Italian anomaly named Tosca. Here, the focaccia has a personality, a sort of rebellious teenager, bold and brash. This bread, with its audacious blend of oregano, sea salt, peas, ricotta, citrus, olive, almond, and mint, entices you into gnawing at it like you're a squirrel hoarding for winter. All I needed was a bread knife, as I couldn't keep from diving in with my bare hands. Quite the bread, huh?
Now, onto the Beef Tagliatelle, this dish was a diva. It strutted onto my plate as if it was walking the runway at Milan Fashion Week. Dressed in braised beef short rib ragu, soffritto, Parmesan Reggiano, and chive, it was a top model with a saucy attitude.
Then there was the Rigatoncini. With lamb bolognese, burrata, eggplant sugo, Parmesan Reggiano, and mint, it whispered "lamb" subtly, so you'd think it was sharing a juicy secret from the pastures. Delicious in spite of that.
The sidekicks, Crispy Brussels Sprouts and Braised Lacinato Kale, were more than mere spectators. The sprouts, with a sneaky nutmeg punch, tangoed with gorgonzola fonduta, candied walnuts, and chive. The kale, meanwhile, swayed with pickled fennel, chicken brodo, citrus, EVOO, and chive. Both were incredibly well balanced, and the citrus notes lightened the pasta dishes, both in mood and richness. Like a perfectly trumpeted fart during a funeral.
The Vanilla Bean Panna Cotta was the surprise comedian of the night. Paired with strawberry compote and candied pecans, it made me wish it wore a sprig of mint like a tiny, unnecessary hat. It was the kind of dessert that made you chuckle with delight.
So, there you have Tosca, the Italian marvel in Southwest Minneapolis, painting the town red, white, and green, one dish at a time. Salute!