The stuff dreams are made of...
ext to shopping, eating in Milan was what I was looking forward to most. I had a couple restaurants I knew I wanted to go to (including this brewery for a drink, which we later learned from our Italian friend is an institution in this city), but mostly figured I'd grab whatever looked good during the day. I looked up one good bakery and figured this, along with a few gelato stops, was all I needed to get me through till dinners with the hubby.
I had read all good things about Luini and its panzerotti, so the first day I decided to go and grab a few things to have on hand for breakfast and snacks. I tasted my first panzerotti that day - the seemingly popular 'Pomodoro' one, with tomatoes and gobs of gooey Mozerella - as a late afternoon snack and was hooked. The crispy fried dough and the warm cheese was just too good, reminding me a bit of empanadas with their tasty contents and pocket-like ease. It's no wonder when I came back to this place (which I did on several occasions) during more popular times of day, the street was chock-full of people eating their panzerotti and the lines were not only halfway down the block, but manned by serious-looking guards to keep people moving with an out of place, German-like efficiency. I tried a few other sweet things there (see the sweet, liquor-soaked, Won Ton-like thing below), including the sweet panzerotti - filled with things like ricotta and chocolate or wild fruits and cream - but nothing could touch the fried Pomodoro panzerotti. I will seriously have dreams about those little pockets of greatness.
Our first dinner out on our own in Milan was to Antica Trattoria della Pesa, a traditional Italian restaurant dating back to the nineteenth century. The vibe inside was close-quartered and homey, with each table situated less than a foot away from the next. We shared a wonderful bottle of wine (thoroughly taking advantage of all the great red wine while in Italy!) and fell absolutely in love with our entrees. While Osso Buco was the dish to have there, I passed on it in light of the green pepper steak after staring longingly at someone else's the night before (and knowing that good steak was not so easy to come by back in Germany, aka, the Land of Pork) and I wasn't sorry I did. My husband's veal stewed in white wine sauce was divine. For dessert, I indulged again in something I so rarely got to enjoy these days: crème brûlée. While it too was delicious, it couldn't touch the signature dessert my husband chose, the frothy sweet Zabaione freddo. Aside from my aching feet (thanks to new 4-1/3" heels), it was the perfect meal.
With no English menus, we were left to start decoding what we could as our anticipation grew over the deliciousness that was surely to come. We had an idea of what sounded good to us (between the hubby's Spanish and what little Italian knowledge we both had) and the waiter was kind enough to come and give us a run-down of the menu for clarification. Since we knew Italians consider pasta just a course between the starter and the entree, we figured we would at least split an antipasta so we could try to enjoy as many different flavors as we could further into the meal.
What sounded like a light, almost basic starter turned out to be nothing short of stellar. They very nicely split our choice - goat's cheese with tomato salad and sun-dried tomato pesto - between two plates. I must admit here that tomatoes are not my favorite thing. On their own, I often find them either tasteless or of off-putting texture. These were neither. The light but gorgeous flavors coupled with that amazing pesto was to-die-for and set the bar high for the rest of the meal. The pasta I chose for the black truffles in it ended up having clams (FYI, I dislike pretty much all seafood), but didn't taste fishy at all. In fact, the richness of the abundant truffle shavings was nearly matched by the rich, buttery sauce and overwhelmed my palate with decadence. Frankly, I barely even noticed the clams. Even while I was positively melting over my pasta, I managed to get in a few bites of the hubby's choice: a long pasta with rabbit ragout, chopped olives and laurel oil. Fantastic!
My meat dish, humbly translated as "Moncucco chicken with peppers marinated with herbs from the garden" surprised me more than I can say. The chicken was so moist and flavorful and the peppers - oh, those peppers... - were seriously the best-tasting peppers I had ever eaten. I never ceased to be amazed at how the simplest of dishes are often the most mind-blowingly delicious. To say that the beef salad with onions and potatoes also did not disappoint would be gross understatement. By the end of that course, we were both so stuffed, but I am not one who can say no to dessert...
And so with that, we both ordered espressos and I opted for the chocolate dessert, which I usually don't, but the description of dark chocolate parfait with figs marinated in pepper and grappa sounded too amazing to pass up. The first bite nearly brought tears to my eyes, it was that good (although I blame the night's ecstacy-inducing food and half a bottle of wine for any emotional short-comings I might have experienced). My husband, who swore he would not enjoy more than a bite and does not suffer from my same sweet-tooth mania, managed to split the whole thing with me. Upon discovering they also do a Sunday brunch, we knew we would have to come back at some point to experience more of Erba Brusca's impressive menu.
The flavor selection is unbelievable, with lots of expected standbys like lemon and melon, but with a completely unexpected and utterly rich-looking chocolate section that included such specialties as the 'Azteco' chocolate (which I got) and the candied-orange and Grand Marnier chocolate (which my husband got). Being so used to the German's rather low tolerance for spiciness, I didn't think twice when the girl told me 'it's hot' of my chosen chocolate flavor. Of course it's hot, I could understand the Italian description enough to know it was with cinnamon and peppers, like a traditional Mexican chocolate. Well, her words were a definite warning because that chocolate was so hot it required cleansing my palate with the other flavors before I could go back for another bite, not to mention that it left my belly warm and fiery for the better part of an hour. But so crazy good.
I paired it with coffee, which I thought would go nicely with the spicy chocolate, and melon, which is my very favorite. The melon was literally like biting into a cantaloupe, the flavor and ingredients were so fresh. It wasn't melon flavor - it was melon. While my chocolate was spectacular, my husband's was nothing short of mind-blowing. And while his peach was also stunning, his lime was so good I could quite possibly give up margaritas (my drink of choice) for the rest of my life if I could eat that instead. On the drive home, we actually discussed doing a one-night drive down to Milan just to have dinner at Erba Brusca and gelato from Il Massimo (oh yeah, and then brunch back at Erba Brusca the following morning..). I'm still floating on a cloud of deliciousness from the whole experience.
Yes, that is me licking my cup. It was like crack, I tell you.
Bailey would be so proud.
We also did a quick grocery run before we hit the road, not only to pick up snacks, but to stock up on things like Italian red wine and all the watermelon Tic Tacs (trust me) they had. We also made this awesome discovery:
Thanks for all the grub Milan, you knocked my socks off.
Daily Drop Cap by Jessica Hische