After the overwhelming response to my last post, we passed last January on Riccardo opting to walk down the street in a snow storm for Mercat. Tragically, my crave for Veal Milanese was not to be sated until a recent trip to London a few weeks ago where I dined at the always enjoyable Cecconi's. Lovely veal chop, nice bottle of wine, the world was back in order.
Which brings me to Riccardo Trattoria last night.
Still curious about this place, and motivated by the need for a anniversary dinner, I booked a table for The Princess Bride (Mrs Pursuit) and I for last evening. As it turned out a terrific call.
Upon early arrival, we had to wait about 5 minutes for a table. Once seated, we ordered some Prosseco, which I generally find a bit too sweet, but Mrs P is a fan, and toasted our years of enduring matrimonail bliss. Our waiter brought over some complimentary bruschetta which truth be told, wasn't all that great, but did give us something to nosh on while we reviewed the collasal menu.
First up we're truffled fave beans with pecorino and a buratta dish with (new to me) culatello. The Fava's were a revelation. Perhaps they could have been a schoosch more al dente, but they packed a mouthful of flavor. The buratta and culatello were good, but I think I would have preferred some prosciutto instead of the culatello, which Mrs P said seemed more like Jamon Serrano. Not a bad thing at all, just maybe not as good for this dish.
Mains were a veal meatball and saffron risotto for Mrs P, and the Veal Milanese for me. Mrs P's dish was awesome. Great flavor, perfectly cooked risotto. If you told me they snuck some Tellagio in that risotto just to help the parm do it's job I wouldn't be surprised. Such depth of flavor!
As for the Veal. My Goodness people, he in the name of all that is wonderful and joyous have you not given this dish it's proper acclaim?! Last night, in this restaurant, at my table, I enjoyed the best Veal Milanese I've ever had! Cooked to crisp perfection, once on the tongue the veal literally melted...melted!...in my mouth. Topped with peppery arugula, ripe cherry tomatoes, a hont of salt and a spritz of lemon juice, this, in a single dish is what Italian cooking is all about.
As for the rest of the meal, well who cares? It was good, but in all the excitement I've clean forgotten anything else.
Riccardo Trattoria, oh ya, we're going back.
"Living well is the best revenge"