I actually went to Il Mulino about a month ago, and now feel embarrassingly scooped by more timely reviews in Time Out and The Reader. After all, if LTH can't get there first and lay claiming rights to airtight, ironclad opinion and innuendo, then what are we here for? Nevertheless, any and all voices should be raised to expose this charade imported from NY.
I had a bad feeling from the start, when the valet carpark greeted me with a forced "bonna sera, welcome to El Malino", in pure Chicago-ese. The silly, almost offensive attempts to transport us to a 1959 Disneyland version of Italy only got worse from there.
Observations:
-- 10 more "bonna sera"s before we were seated.
-- Women are always addressed as "bella", as in "bonna sera bella, may I take your coat bella, follow me bella, let me seat you bella," . . . .
-- Do they really think it's the height of Italian class to offer you a few complimentary shavings of parmigiano? Right off the wheel! With an exaggerated flouish. You
better be impressed.
-- The table in the entryway stacked high with Italian food products (in cans, boxes, and bottles)? Is it there just in case you haven't yet bought into the ambience?
-- Must they really say, "we have a nice fish for the ladies, and for you men we want to offer the bistecca"?
-- Is it coincidence that the $50 bottle of wine you order isn't available (on the first day they had their liquor license), and then they recommend a substitute that runs $80?
-- The over-service was intrusive at all levels. How many staff does it take to serve a table of four? I stopped counting after five, and started wishing for a spray can of deet to keep them from constantly swarming like huge, annoying horse flies.
-- In an "authentic" Eye-talian restaurant like Il Mulino, I don't want to be offered "brushetta" (sic) or "expresso" (sic).
The food:
House-made Papardelle with Meatballs. Not too bad, but essentially just a gussied up version of spaghetti and meatballs. Tomato sauce wasn’t too bad. The pasta was slightly overcooked.
Scampi oreganata. I'd rather notta. This was a flavorless, ruination of good shellfish. An appetizer of 4 tiny bites for $30+.
Ravioli stuffed with porcini mushrooms. Pasta overcooked. It was sitting in a nice cream sauce though, with hints of champagne and black truffle Sopping up the sauce with bread was what filled me up. (And it wasn't even my dish.)
Spinach with garlic, rapini with garlic, anything with garlic, should just be listed on the menu as "Special something with burned garlic," since that's they only way the kitchen seems to know how to prepare it. We had three different sides with garlic in some form, and each received the kitchen's special treatment.
Of all the dishes we ordered, the one that had the most potential was the branzino baked in salt, but the same sin was committed with this beautiful, succulent, meaty fish-- overcooking. Not by too much, but just enough for you to wish that they had taken it out of the oven 1 or 2 minutes sooner. I don’t remember exactly, but I think this menu item cost close to $50.
The idea that they can scam you with meretricious theater is so offensive precisely because unlike say, Ed Debevic's or Buca di Beppo, at Il Mulino the joke is entirely on you. The over-the-top drama is written almost exclusively as a means and justification for ripping you off. It is gaudy, pretentious, expensive beyond any reasonable measure (especially based on quality), and phony and insincere in it's forced ostentation.
If this is your budget for an Italian dinner, go to Spiaggia, and savor perfection at all levels.
Alfonso