Pete and I had been talking about going there for months and tonight we finally went. We sat at the bar and were tended to by the completely charming Elizabeth who had more personality than the law should allow - if she could bottle that she'd be a bazillionaire. And she makes a mean tiramisu to boot!
We started with the seafood strudel - chunks of lobster, crab, and shrimp encased in phyllo drizzled with a roasted red pepper sauce - which was very good but could use some salt. And that's the end of any complaints because everything else was stellar.
The bread basket came with plain and seasoned olive oil. It was a rustic grain bread, sliced specifically for wiping up oil and we'd have been happy enough just to eat that. But!
Pete had the lobster ravioli with saffron cream and it was to die for. The pasta was clearly home made, with chunks of lobster filling drenched in a saffron cream sauce that was so good we used up the last of the bread to soak it up.
I had lasagne - yes, I know, boring but I had a hankering for red sauce and it was ridiculously good. Again, home made pasta with a filling of sausage and ricotta, baked in a meat sauce and topped with shreds of mozz. It's a huge piece, probably 8x8x4 so I'll be having the leftovers for breakfast.
For dessert we shared this enormous chunk of tiramisu, handcrafted by the lovely Elizabeth. The fresh baked ladyfingers themselves could have stood alone, but when layered with the mascarpone mixture it became a work of art. It was left to set long enough that the filling soaked into the biscuits and turned them into a creamy lusciousness.
So after dinner we retired to the waterfront deck to finish our Peronis (on tap!) and smoke. It was pure bliss, about as peaceful as life gets.
I would absolutely go back to DiGiovanni's and have no idea why people around here settle for Olive Garden when this little gem is right across the bridge.
We started with the seafood strudel - chunks of lobster, crab, and shrimp encased in phyllo drizzled with a roasted red pepper sauce - which was very good but could use some salt. And that's the end of any complaints because everything else was stellar.
The bread basket came with plain and seasoned olive oil. It was a rustic grain bread, sliced specifically for wiping up oil and we'd have been happy enough just to eat that. But!
Pete had the lobster ravioli with saffron cream and it was to die for. The pasta was clearly home made, with chunks of lobster filling drenched in a saffron cream sauce that was so good we used up the last of the bread to soak it up.
I had lasagne - yes, I know, boring but I had a hankering for red sauce and it was ridiculously good. Again, home made pasta with a filling of sausage and ricotta, baked in a meat sauce and topped with shreds of mozz. It's a huge piece, probably 8x8x4 so I'll be having the leftovers for breakfast.
For dessert we shared this enormous chunk of tiramisu, handcrafted by the lovely Elizabeth. The fresh baked ladyfingers themselves could have stood alone, but when layered with the mascarpone mixture it became a work of art. It was left to set long enough that the filling soaked into the biscuits and turned them into a creamy lusciousness.
So after dinner we retired to the waterfront deck to finish our Peronis (on tap!) and smoke. It was pure bliss, about as peaceful as life gets.
I would absolutely go back to DiGiovanni's and have no idea why people around here settle for Olive Garden when this little gem is right across the bridge.
