Dreamy Crostini

A return to Beretta was in order, prior to seeing a wonderful play, The Real Americans, at The Marsh. As expected, the cocktails were intoxicating, both mine ( Il Gitano, made with a digestif and quite fruity/herbal) and Kimster's/JP's (Agricole Mule, rummily delicious with lime and mint). But oh, the fava bean crostini! An oval of perfect toast, a thick spread of fava puree, green as the first bud of spring, and a shower of downy pecorino. One bite and I knew, this was the best thing I would eat all week. And I also knew that one was not enough. But that's what we got, three toasts for three hungry folks. The math is right; the mouth is feeling a bit gypped.