Finally, a meal we couldn't finish
Trip Start
Jun 23, 2011
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Trip End
Jul 11, 2011
Hidden in a narrow side street, Inn Buffalito Ristaurante served traditional regional fare, and it was filled with locals and tourists alike. Our server was Michael Pearl, whom we have seen on five separate occasions since we arrived. Ellen and Ethan boisterously enjoyed their food and drinks at the table behind us.
We ordered the water buffalo tenderloin ragout with pecchere pasta and a hunk of fresh riccota, as instructed by Valerio and Andrea. Surprise, it was amazing. The ragout had been simmering since the previous night, yes a day.
However, my favorite part of the meal was the antipasti. Once again, we simply asked the waiter to bring us a sampling of his favorites, and our table was covered within minutes. First we received a roma tomato salad, essentially a huge bowl of ripe romas sliced and tossed in olive oil and fresh herbs, and a perfectly shaped ball off fresh local water buffalo mozzarella that was larger than my fist, but just smaller than my perfectly shaped head. Minutes later, a freshly baked pizza-shaped loaf of bread arrived seasoned to perfection with herbs de provence and a hint of fresh lemon, followed by a cutting board arranged with an array of cured buffalo meats. This was the first meal that we could not finish.
Saddled with a carafe of house red, we were forced to sit for hours and nibble until the restaurant emptied, and our eyelids began to droop. We strolled home and crashed.
We ordered the water buffalo tenderloin ragout with pecchere pasta and a hunk of fresh riccota, as instructed by Valerio and Andrea. Surprise, it was amazing. The ragout had been simmering since the previous night, yes a day.
However, my favorite part of the meal was the antipasti. Once again, we simply asked the waiter to bring us a sampling of his favorites, and our table was covered within minutes. First we received a roma tomato salad, essentially a huge bowl of ripe romas sliced and tossed in olive oil and fresh herbs, and a perfectly shaped ball off fresh local water buffalo mozzarella that was larger than my fist, but just smaller than my perfectly shaped head. Minutes later, a freshly baked pizza-shaped loaf of bread arrived seasoned to perfection with herbs de provence and a hint of fresh lemon, followed by a cutting board arranged with an array of cured buffalo meats. This was the first meal that we could not finish.
Saddled with a carafe of house red, we were forced to sit for hours and nibble until the restaurant emptied, and our eyelids began to droop. We strolled home and crashed.



Comments
You two look like you are having a great time. I love the food!!!! Thank you so much for including me in the trip. I am learning so much and loving the pics. ENJOY!