The food was excellent. I had the L'Indivia Belga salad with chopped Belgian endive and granny smith apples, spiced walnuts, big lumps of Gorgonzola cheese, and caramelized onions in a sherry walnut vinaigrette. The sweet and bitter and creamy flavors were lovely counterpoints and I wondered why we never buy Belgian endive to eat at home. Then I had the torgilioni (like non-pointed penne rigati, or narrow ziti) with wonderfully iodine shrimp and tender scallops in a rich puttanesca sauce full of capers. Maybe it was all of the foccacia I stuffed myself with, but I had a hard time finishing my entrée, so I shared it with Mr Minx. I had a forkful of his fettucine with crab in a creamy tomato sauce and it was lovely but a bit rich for my blood. The only other thing I tasted was my BIL's calamari which was well cooked and perfectly salted. He enjoyed his linguine with clams, and my MIL liked her gnocchi with tomatoes, green olives, and smoked mozzarella as well. We washed it all down with a crisp pinot grigio.
We passed on dessert. I was full to my eyeballs anyway. And no, we didn't go to Vaccaro's instead.
