I’ve had a crush on you since I moved to NY. And eight years later, you are still winning me over. If it was not the witty and personable barman then, it’s the same youthful spirited (though grown up) barman now. If it not from the grilled octopus with limoncello vinaigrette or the sweet summer corn “farrotto” then, it’s assuredly from the spicy sausage mint love letters that you are serving me now. If it not a most momentous pairing of braised oxtail ravioli in brown butter paired with sweet Oloroso sherry then, it’s the outstanding, unexpected goose liver ravioli, doused in balsamic vinegar to the tinge of burnt, paired with 2001 Vin Santo now. The cool and understated older brother – handsome, confident, adventurous and unequivocally timeless, you inspire an evening of self-appreciation and worthy indulgence – don’t change a thing.
