We were invited by the owners to visit La Trattoria de Merlo last week. We hadn’t been there before they moved to the small plate menu, so I can’t do the before/after appraisal (though I’d be interested to know if there’s actually been any qualitative change that accompanied this quantitative change in plating).
We decided to go with the approach of
“hey, why don’t you just cook some good stuff for us,” which I persist in thinking chefs appreciate. We were not looking for any off-menu items; we were just letting the chef do what he does best, which is figure out how to make people happy with whatever is looking good in his pantry.
We started with a baccala which I thought was fantastic, but it wasn’t a dish that jumped out at me right away. I knew I liked it a lot because I kept returning to the cod fish pot for more (we had some other apps on the table, but this cured cod kept calling me back). I like salt, and I like the taste of fish, so salt-cured cod with capers is going to push the right buttons for me, but there were also herbal notes that pleased immensely. The sommelier, who reminded me of the young Udo Kier, poured us a flight of three whites, and this was just an excellent starter for a hot summer night. Funny exchange: The Wife looks at the bar rack and asks the young Udo, who I believe is actually named EVOO (no kidding – probably a nickname), about Hypnotiq. He offers to pour us samples, and after tasting we ask him what it is, and he says in a totally non-condescending way that he wasn’t sure, and that “I vouldn’t drink it.” Appreciate the honesty; I probably wouldn’t drink it again either.

On the carpaccio with salsa verde, The Wife and I split. She thought it was just wonderful, and this gave me pause as her gustatory sensibilities are better than mine (I’m not saying that to be gallant, which anyone who knows me knows I’m not). She raved about it, saying twice it was the best she ever had. I thought it was a misstep as the green sauce overwhelmed the subtle beef, so much so that all I tasted was sauce. It was a little imbalanced.

The gnocchetti di ricotta was made with semolina not potato flour and was very light with the pleasing Roman touch of topping it with artichoke. This, too, is a very fine summer dish, flavorful but not at all heavy (as no gnocchi should be), the slight bitter greenness of the artichoke balances the creaminess of the pasta punched up with a little parm, a lot of flavor without a lot of mass.

As I mentioned, we were not able to get to this place before they went tapas, but I like getting small portions (on principle) and can’t really say if the quality of the food has changed much with what seems a largely cosmetic modification of the plating system. I defer to those with prior experience to make that judgment.
I don’t know how you feel about reading LTHForum about a restaurant before going out to eat at that restaurant. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. In this instance, I did not, and if I had (and I have since eating there), I would have tried the ragu Bolognese. A few previous posters mentioned the lack of crowds, but last Wednesday the front dining room was over half full, which doesn’t seem bad for a neighborhood joint on a weeknight.
One advantage of half-full house was that we spent a lot of time speaking with this guy Landon, who was hosting that night. Turns out, Landon is an Iowa boy and so we talked about the Iowa State Fair, and we asked him about his favorite food there. He said, the giant turkey leg, which has always seemed a silly food to me, so big and blunt, but based on Landon’s rec, I got one.

It was remarkably good, very meaty and smoky, even kind of hammy. I wished we’d bought two extra to bring back to Illinois.
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