AUTHOR: wheretherearewolves TITLE: White Truffle Winter DATE: 1:29 PM ----- BODY:

Ok so its not quite winter out yet. Its actually Dec 1 and 70 degrees out, but it is a White Truffle Winter. Had some ridiculously delicious grubbin food over at Vetri the other nite. Went over around 9:30 when Vetri was finishing up a busy Wednesday. My girl and I sat down at a beautiful farm table that will be used at Vetri's new Osteria that opens up sometime in late January. The inital plan was just to eat a nice white truffle risotto with a glass of red. Marc Vetri showed up at the table soon after and said with a smile on his face, "Nice risotto and a glass of wine? It's that kind of night." A few minutes later other dishes secretly started to make there way onto the table. The initial offering was a smoked octopus pizza which conjured up that Italian vacation you took that summer where you seemed to have rockstar status with the natives. Delirious Homer Simpson drewls occurred because the pizza was so perfectly paired with a wine from Piedmont. I don't claim how wines should be paired, but this simple pizza and glass of wine were having hot sex in my mouth, you know the kind of romp that happens when you haven't seen your girl in three weeks because you were at that bad business conference in the midwest.
Next up- a ricotta stuffed giant ravioli with a sunnyside egg atop, and slathered with a copious amount of white truffle. Something this dish did to really tug on those primal urges, kind of akin to the primal epiphany man finds himself having when in the woods camping for the very first time. Third was a white truffle risotto which was sick. After wiping the tears of joy from my face we finished the dinner with a bowl of perfectly round Bomboli, an italian doughnut that is dipped in hot molten bowl of italian chocolate. A embarrasing giddy Mozart-like laugh ensued.


Mark made his way out to the floor, the service for the night was winding down, he sits down at our table and watches us laughing uncontrollably and he starts to laugh at us laughing at how fucking good his food is.

Seriously, electric chair, hanging, or lethal injection, Vetri better be cooking at Sing Sing for the last meal.
-------- WHERETHEREAREWOLVES: White Truffle Winter

Friday, December 01, 2006

White Truffle Winter


Ok so its not quite winter out yet. Its actually Dec 1 and 70 degrees out, but it is a White Truffle Winter. Had some ridiculously delicious grubbin food over at Vetri the other nite. Went over around 9:30 when Vetri was finishing up a busy Wednesday. My girl and I sat down at a beautiful farm table that will be used at Vetri's new Osteria that opens up sometime in late January. The inital plan was just to eat a nice white truffle risotto with a glass of red. Marc Vetri showed up at the table soon after and said with a smile on his face, "Nice risotto and a glass of wine? It's that kind of night." A few minutes later other dishes secretly started to make there way onto the table. The initial offering was a smoked octopus pizza which conjured up that Italian vacation you took that summer where you seemed to have rockstar status with the natives. Delirious Homer Simpson drewls occurred because the pizza was so perfectly paired with a wine from Piedmont. I don't claim how wines should be paired, but this simple pizza and glass of wine were having hot sex in my mouth, you know the kind of romp that happens when you haven't seen your girl in three weeks because you were at that bad business conference in the midwest.
Next up- a ricotta stuffed giant ravioli with a sunnyside egg atop, and slathered with a copious amount of white truffle. Something this dish did to really tug on those primal urges, kind of akin to the primal epiphany man finds himself having when in the woods camping for the very first time. Third was a white truffle risotto which was sick. After wiping the tears of joy from my face we finished the dinner with a bowl of perfectly round Bomboli, an italian doughnut that is dipped in hot molten bowl of italian chocolate. A embarrasing giddy Mozart-like laugh ensued.


Mark made his way out to the floor, the service for the night was winding down, he sits down at our table and watches us laughing uncontrollably and he starts to laugh at us laughing at how fucking good his food is.

Seriously, electric chair, hanging, or lethal injection, Vetri better be cooking at Sing Sing for the last meal.

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