Tutto Bene!
I had the most divine evening last night at the fantastic Italiano restaurant Tutto Bene in Merivale. Now David had raved about this place and I must admit that I thought him overzealous. Wow. Was I wrong or what?!
First of all the waiters are hot and Italian. They even talk about opera! Ours reminisced about seeing Aida under the light of a full moon in the Arena di Verona! What a way to win a girl's heart...
The food was utterly divine. I was not allowed to order for myself; D saw to that. Spicy chicken meatball bolognese type thing, which was tasty, but the best was yet to come. We drank a bottle of Italian Sauvignon with dinner... made by the descendents of Petrach no less. Now that is what I call class and aristocracy! The Sauvignon was interesting, quite different to any NZ sauvignon that I've ever had to date. It definitely complimented the pasta and was very easy to drink.
Dessert Wine. Dear God. I can't remember the name of it which is driving me mad, but it was from Sicily. There is no superlative to express my utter pleasure. It was as though a thousand tiny bees were dropping wild honey onto my tongue, wild honey which they had made from sweet scented apricot blossoms. My senses were actually overwhelmed by this small glass of sweet nectar. It is what I imagine the Gods to drink. It was without doubt the most exciting and memorable glass of wineI have ever had in my life. Words actually fail me in trying to describe it. I believe I used the word orgasmic on the comment sheet.
Dessert was no less amazing. D had a strawberry gelato with orange liquer soaked strawberries, whilst i reveled in a vanilla panna cotta. It looked unassuming but mon dieu, what delicate flavours. The aftertaste of cinnamon in each creamy vanilla mouthful, coupled with the apricot-blossom-wild-honey-nectar-of-Gods wine drove my senses into actual overload. I nearly wept. The fact that we had devoured the bottle of Sauvignon quite quickly may have had something to do with this...
I need to return to Tutto Bene. I need to return very soon. I want to once again flirt with the Italian waiters, admire the cute red and white checked tablecloths, weep with joy at the creamy billows of the panna cotta and sup from that Sicilian cup of the Gods.
We must return soon David. Very, very very soon.
First of all the waiters are hot and Italian. They even talk about opera! Ours reminisced about seeing Aida under the light of a full moon in the Arena di Verona! What a way to win a girl's heart...
The food was utterly divine. I was not allowed to order for myself; D saw to that. Spicy chicken meatball bolognese type thing, which was tasty, but the best was yet to come. We drank a bottle of Italian Sauvignon with dinner... made by the descendents of Petrach no less. Now that is what I call class and aristocracy! The Sauvignon was interesting, quite different to any NZ sauvignon that I've ever had to date. It definitely complimented the pasta and was very easy to drink.
Dessert Wine. Dear God. I can't remember the name of it which is driving me mad, but it was from Sicily. There is no superlative to express my utter pleasure. It was as though a thousand tiny bees were dropping wild honey onto my tongue, wild honey which they had made from sweet scented apricot blossoms. My senses were actually overwhelmed by this small glass of sweet nectar. It is what I imagine the Gods to drink. It was without doubt the most exciting and memorable glass of wineI have ever had in my life. Words actually fail me in trying to describe it. I believe I used the word orgasmic on the comment sheet.
Dessert was no less amazing. D had a strawberry gelato with orange liquer soaked strawberries, whilst i reveled in a vanilla panna cotta. It looked unassuming but mon dieu, what delicate flavours. The aftertaste of cinnamon in each creamy vanilla mouthful, coupled with the apricot-blossom-wild-honey-nectar-of-Gods wine drove my senses into actual overload. I nearly wept. The fact that we had devoured the bottle of Sauvignon quite quickly may have had something to do with this...
I need to return to Tutto Bene. I need to return very soon. I want to once again flirt with the Italian waiters, admire the cute red and white checked tablecloths, weep with joy at the creamy billows of the panna cotta and sup from that Sicilian cup of the Gods.
We must return soon David. Very, very very soon.
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