RER 4.8.15 |
I
had a chance to go to Asellina again,
so I went with fresh eyes and an open mind. Walking to the restaurant was like
retracing my steps, like déjà vu, vague but palpable, but I was oddly excited.
The
moment I stepped in the door, I remembered how much I liked the vibe of the
eatery: the dance music remixed and familiar, the minimalist lines and sexy
feel, classy but updated. It all came back to me, but I refused to hang on to past
impressions.
This
time, the tempo of dinner felt to be more on my own terms. We were promptly
seated, and again, we sat with our menus at our table for a while, though not
out of neglect, but out of luxury. We took our time to acclimate and take it all
in.
Before
we knew it, our server had checked in multiple times and we had already chatted
with the manager. Our server made us feel at home, creating the kind of
atmosphere I longed for the last time. And the manager spoke with a sincerity
that made us feel at ease and ready to take on the menu with his
recommendations. We clung to his favorites, hoping his guidance would pay off.
We
started with cocktails. The Squillo was really refreshing, sweet from mango
vodka with floral notes from muddled cucumber. The Civetta too felt like
summer, though stronger with rich bourbon.
Moments
later, little arancini arrived as an amuse-bouche. A fried crunchy layer
encased the cheesy hot middle, evoking classic Italian, refined with a truffled
fava bean puree underneath.
The
colors of the beet and burrata starter were ravishing, like precious stones. Sweet
beets, roasted and multi colored, met perfectly with the creamy innards of the
burrata. Tanginess was brought on by a delicate raspberry puree, a garnet color
and of spring-like freshness.
The
lamb shank entrée was sizeable and satiating. The meat rested on a thin smear
of Gorgonzola laced polenta. It was braised lamb, fragrant with rosemary and
herbs, the epitome of savory and hearty. While the squid ink pasta dish had a
similar aromatic element, strong of garlic and butter, it was both lighter and
more decadent. The perfect al dente black linguine lapped up the salt and sauce
and the acidity of the grape tomatoes burst the richness of the dense seafood
like the meaty shrimp and lobster.
We finished with tiramisu, the only
ending to an Italian meal. The dessert emanated comfort with just enough
sweetness to hold us over.
I felt like I was at a completely
different restaurant than the last time I visited. I found myself more immersed
in the ambiance and the food than the frustration and waiting. The evening was
pleasant and delicious, this time, leaving only good tastes in my mouth.
RER
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