It was dinner date nite for me and Kimster. Shockingly, we had not been to Beretta yet. Well, I'd been once awhile ago; she had somehow missed it altogether (although she has been to Flour & Water several times now, without me, not that I'm bitter).
So down the hill we went, to a nice welcoming spot where it's almost too dark to read the menu. We managed. My lovely cocktail, the Airmail (rum, honey, lime, Prosecco) smelled divine and, like Kimster's Rattlesnake (rye, lemon, maple, bitters, egg white) tasted heavenly. We shared a beet salad with ricotta salata, a balsamic drizzle across the top making it look like a beet sundae. Our salad of fennel and arugula with shaved Parmesan was light and lovely. And our pizza was quite special: the funghi and vegetarian sausage atop tomato sauce and melted cheese was a winning combination. Oh, it was dark, and kinda loud, but we'll be back. There's too many fine-looking antipasti still to be ordered.
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