So we went to al Primo Canto last night. Overall, we had a very satisfying and festive-feeling meal. I don't know how I got it in my head that it was a small space (nothing in the previous comments suggest so, I am just cuckoo I guess) anyhow so we were both surprised at how big and bustling it is. I did like the exposed beams and stone walls but the one giant room with lots of tables tucked in with one another felt a little like Reza's (but with much warmer decor and service). Anyhow, the place was completely full but they had our table ready for us.
My husband ordered the all you can eat option and I ordered a baked squid appetizer and lobster-stuffed ravioli. I was waffling on whether to order a salad but the waiter told me I didn't need to -- that he would be bringing one for my husband and we could just share that and if we needed more salad he would just bring more. Nice!
First came the little rolls and pita and the baba ganoush. The baba ganoush was lovely, creamy and smokey but I was a little perplexed by the rolls. They were pretty elastic on the inside, they didn't taste raw in the middle but they didn't seem totally cooked either. So I just enjoyed the pita. They brought Ted three small plates of pasta, a red sauce, a mushroom sauce and an olive oil and garlic. They were just fine, not bad, not exciting, kind of meh. My baked squid was in a tomato sauce with capers and olives and it was briny in a good way. There was a nice lull between these first three starters before the entrees came and I was glad for that. (We didn't finish the pasta because we knew more food was coming, esp I knew I had ravioli coming.) Oh and they had a band playing which sounded almost identical to the music they play between comments on Check, Please! "I feel so Check, Please!" my husband joked.
Then they brought the meat, polenta "fries" and blue cheese potatoes for my husband, and the green salad as well. The minute I saw all of his food I knew that he had totally ordered the right thing. The lamb and beef were cooked perfectly rare, like poster child rare and tucked underneath was a layer of green beans and pearl onions cooked al dente. The chicken was great too, with a crispy almost blackened skin and super juicy. Oh and then there were the polenta fries. They are big planks even bigger than a steak fry and they were crispy on the outside and fluffy almost creamy inside. Heavenly! As I said, the tables are set pretty close together and we had an 8 top to our left. Closest to me were two guys who also had the AYCE meal and I heard one of them point at the polenta and say, "What are those?" and the other one said "I don't know," and shrugged them off. I could not help but lean over (I am going to be a terror when I am 70) and tell them that they really
had to try them. So they did and they almost did girly eye rolls and then started making the women to their left try them "Taste these, wow! What do you call these again?" one of them asked me. "Polenta," I smiled.
Anyhow, my husband's meal was great, the roasted potatoes with blue cheese sauce were kind of tired tasting but it didn't matter at all because we were loving the polenta.
My ravioli was good but I stupidly ordered two dishes in a row in a red tomato sauce. And I just kept nibbling on my husband's plates. Between the two of us we ate all of the beef and lamb and one of the two chicken pieces. They did not in any way "police" people about sharing the AYCE, it's almost like you're eating family style. The tables around us were sharing theirs as well. If we return I will just order the a la carte version or an entree of something grilled because the meats seem to be where the magic is happening. The waiter came and asked if Ted wanted any more meat but he said no thank you. I thought the service was excellent, actually. The place was packed and we never felt rushed and the waiter and expediters didn't seem harried.
After clearing the plates the waiter asked if we wanted dessert and Ted looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head. "You can have dessert if you want," I said. "It is your birthday." The waiter looked at Ted, "It's your birthday? Well then we're buying you some tiramisu my friend." And he quickly returned with a nice slice of tiramisu, creamy, slighly boozy, rich. Ted was so completely catatonic from all the meat and dessert and polenta he said. "I can't drive home . . ." (and he'd only had one glass of wine).
So everything that he was wanting for his meat-centric meal was delivered at Primo al Canto. I'd love to return on a weeknight, just because it might be a little mellower and I know now to stick with the meats . . . but it was delightful. And it was $80 for both of us, that included two glasses of wine and an appetizer.
Thanks again for the suggestions!
bjt
"eating is an agricultural act" wendell berry