Eastside Road, July 22, 2010—
A COUPLE OF FRIENDS we hadn't seen in some time suggested getting together tonight, asking the familiar question: Been to any new places lately? We told them about Catelli, in Geyserville, where we ate two nights ago, and they said well let's give them a try.It was my chance to order the old-time dinner I'd considered but was tempted out of on Tuesday: an order of garlic bread, just like Dad used to make (on good nights, when he didn't resort to garlic salt); a cup of thick minestrone soup; a plate of meaty ravioli in Bolognese sauce. And to finish it off, a serving of zuccotto, one of the few things not made in house: they actually order it up from Victoria Pastry in San Francisco. I remember Uncle Vic bringing it with him on his occasional visits to his brother and sister-in-law on the ranch, back in the 1950s.
Come to think of it, the whole experience was like a trip back to the 'fifties. Except that I trust the ingredients, mainly local and organic.
Old Vines Red, Marietta
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