Eastside Road, December 11, 2010—
A DAY AWAY. Breakfast at Pizzaiolo, because Lindsey does love good doughnuts: but I made do with a couple of pieces of toast with my two caffelattes. On the toast, a delicious orange marmalade. When I exclaimed at how good it was the young woman sitting on my right — we were sitting at the bar — said Thank you; it turned out she was the person who'd made it. (A very knowledgeable young woman, as well as an excellent maker of marmalade.)Lunch in the café with a couple of friends from Ojai and their parents, well, the parents of one of them; every now and then the English language is so deficient. The menu was one of the best I've seen lately; I settled for leeks vinaigrette with chicories, mustard, and hard-cooked egg, then fresh noodles with bolognese — a particularly fine bolognese, toward the dry side: this is not a complaint, or a criticism; the meat and savories were lean and present, not hiding in a sauce, and combined very nicely with the pasta.
Generous desserts: dates stuffed with ricotta, fresh fruit; then a slice of a fine bombe. This is Berkeley, after all.
Arneis, Marco Porello, 2009; Zinfandel, Green and Red, ?2008
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