Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong
shadesong

Oh, yes, the foodblogging -

Anniversary pre-concert dinner last night at Ivy in Downtown Crossing. I had the Petite Sirah, Adam had the Rogue Dead Guy Ale.

We shared, and I quote from menu, the Italian butcher block with cheeses, fig & cherry balsamic compote, assorted fruits, toasted nuts, honey, a selection of cheeses, grilled crostini, and a warm goat cheese crouton.

And he got the one-pound bone-in Porterhouse steak, and I got the arancini stuffed with fontina and black truffle (with truffle cream sauce and Parmigiano-Reggiano) and the butternut squash ravioli, their special. (It's a small-plates place (except for the Porterhouse), like tapas but Italian.)

The butcher block was phenomenal, a cornucopia of ZOMG flavor. So much yum. He loved the Porterhouse. The arancini was delicious - I'm always happy to try new things or new preparations of things, and oh do I want to try this at home.

The sole disappointment was the butternut squash ravioli, and I think it suffered only by comparison. It was perfectly good, but it didn't have the layered and nuanced flavors that the rest of the dishes had; I'd've liked the squash to be spiced a bit more.

Dessert was panna cotta ice cream "drowned in espresso" - Adam had thought this meant an espresso sauce, but no, they brought a coffee cup of ice cream and a cup of espresso and, with great ceremony tableside, poured the espresso over the ice cream. Yum.

We would absolutely go there again. There's a lively bar downstairs, but the mezzanine is airy and lovely and cuts out the noise, and service was exceptionally friendly and attentive without being overbearing. And there's lots on the menu I still want to try. :)
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