05/15/2026
So, I know a guy named Sal.
And apparently Sal knows people.
There was a wait, but the moment he appeared, a table opened up like he had a direct line to the maître d’ gods. I didn’t ask questions. I simply accepted the blessing and took my seat.
Most of the menu is built for sharing, which naturally meant the table quickly disappeared beneath a parade of plates—many of them specials, all of them worth remembering.
We kicked things off with a focaccia flatbread. The bread itself was outstanding: soft, airy, and fluffy with just enough crunch to keep things interesting. Topped with roasted garlic, pork shoulder, pesto, and tomatoes—basically all the things your nonna insisted were essential for proper growth and emotional well-being.
Next came the broken burrata with grilled artichokes, chickpeas, fried shallots, mint, and lemon vinaigrette. Outstanding. Creamy, bright, and one of those dishes that makes everyone at the table suddenly go quiet.
The lump crab fritters were, if we’re being honest, very sophisticated crab-flavored hush puppies. Perhaps a bit harsh, but I stand by my rule: the closer I am to water, the less filler I expect. The aioli they came with, however, was excellent and ended up finding its way onto several other dishes.
We also tried the “Lost Meatball” ragu. One bite confirmed the marinara was made in-house. Fresh tomato flavor came through beautifully, despite tomatoes being a little out of season.
Then there were the grilled hearts of palm, which are usually about as exciting as beige wallpaper. Not these. Charred over a hot grill and dressed with sumac, pickled onions, grapefruit and blood orange supremes (which I do not miss prepping), and a citrus vinaigrette. Light, bright, and surprisingly delicious.
To restore balance to the universe, we finished with a perfectly grilled ribeye.
Creative dishes, thoughtful flavor, and enough standouts to guarantee a return visit—most likely for the pizza next time.
8/10 ✨