Posts Tagged 'Italian'

DaVinci’s Pizza

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Last week we ordered some pizza from DaVinci’s. Supposedly “gourmet,” the prices (~$20 for large 16″ pizzas) would certainly indicate as such. We ordered a trio of large pizzas for 6 people for $60, not exactly the cheapest gameday food. Leonardo’s Combo is the standard pizza parlor combination pizza. Rosemary Chicken was a white pizza topped with chicken and artichokes. We also got a vegetarian pizza of some sort, but I didn’t pay attention to what it was. They lost me at vegetarian.

I’m no pizza expert (nor an expert in any other topic in gastronomy for that matter), but I believe crusts are integral components of pizzas. DaVinci’s crusts remind me of a chain called Me’N'Ed’s back in Fresno: a thin crust similar to a saltine cracker sans salt with a thin layer of doughy insides to soak up sauce and support toppings. Since I haven’t focused on high-caliber pizzas in my outings, I can’t really do a comparison. All I can say, though, is that the crust isn’t my thing. Maybe deep dish is more of what I’m looking for to satisfy the black hole gastroenterologists call my stomach.

DaVinci’s Gourmet Pizza
1812 Hayes St
Nashville, TN
(615) 329-8098

This Is A Little Excessive

I found a package on my doorstep the other day. For a moment, I felt a little amnestic: did I order something online? was it the Goljan Pathology book that my friend sent to me a few weeks ago? Nah–this was quite a large box.

OH CRAP

My mind started racing–a slow fat kid pace of racing, but nevertheless racing. Just what the f was in the box? Should I even touch it? Was there something dangerous inside? Rabid animals waiting to pounce on my face the minute I took scissors to the tape? The dimensions of the package, as well as the large blue “Overnight Shipping” sticker brought out my inner paranoia. In spite of it all, though, I still took the box inside, and immediately opened the package.

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Inside lay a small package of mushroom ravioli from Buitoni and three ice packs.

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I shan’t forget the bubble wrap, the paper, the styrofoam, and the box itself. Now, I’m not the most environmentally active member of society (inactive would be a better descriptor), but shouldn’t a company based in San Francisco (Foodbuzz, the sender–not Buitoni) try to be a little more environmentally conscious? Or at least send me more than one package of pasta so it wouldn’t seem like a complete environmental slap to the face when I throw out all that packaging material. But thanks anyway, Foodbuzz and Buitoni. I’m sure I’ll enjoy my pasta sample.

Boundry or Making It Rain?

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I spent about $60 on one meal at Boundry a couple weeks ago. It may not seem like a lot (or it might, actually, during the current economic situation), but as a student, I can’t roam the town throwing down Benjamins for meals that often. So why did I spend so much money? Was Boundry OMGWTFantastic enough to warrant spending so much on one meal? No, not really. Drinks really add up on the tab. Vodka tonics help numb the pain of bad food and improve the taste of satisfactory food. But now that I look back, I could’ve just taken that $60 and gone to Deja Vu and made it rain dollar bills. It wouldn’t have been as filling, but seeing strippers getting rained on by bills would’ve been equally way more satisfying. (Note: I’m not a pig, I just like giving back to the community).

I’d heard of Boundry through the gastronomic grapevine in the past year or so while living in Nashville, and I live only a couple blocks away, but I’d never eaten there until a couple weeks ago. I had no idea what kind of food they served, and to be honest, I still don’t have a solid idea of their cuisine even after looking over their menu. It could probably be described as American Fusion, or trendy–two things that frankly aren’t on the top of my “To Eat” list. The menu has daily specials, which is an admirable endeavor; I can’t even dress differently every day, let alone think up of new dishes every day. However, they also had tapas, pizzas, and entrees, a confusing mishmash of items and cuisines ranging from Italian to Korean. Hm.

I could now go on a tangent about the qualities of fusion cuisine and pan-anything cuisine. But I won’t.

Anyways, after a vodka tonic and a good look-over, I chose the special fish of the day, whose name now escapes my memory (it’s what lots of drinking and lots of studying does to you). However, before I talk about the fish, I must talk about their complimentary bread and service.

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Bread. They always serve bread before meals. This basket came with a variety of glutenous items, such as biscuits, sourdough, etc. Being in such close vicinity to Loveless Cafe–THE biscuit place–I expect Nashville to have some bomb biscuits (moist, buttery, soft). The biscuit I had was none of the aforementioned adjectives. It was the contrary. Biscuit fail.

However, we did enjoy the sourdough bread and the flavored butter. It was just too bad that every time we asked for more sourdough, the busboys/waiters brought out not-sourdough bread. Let’s take a step back and look at this: I ask for sourdough for my friends, and they bring out something else. Now, I know that my restaurant work experience is different than others, but if I was running a restaurant that served a somewhat nice clientele, and charged $30 entrees, I would have a lot of expectations of my employees. Sure, they can describe what’s on the menu, and even memorize what’s in the specials, but can they tell what different ingredients are? I don’t believe our waiter was the perpetrator, but even busboys should know this right? Or maybe I was just too demanding; two vodka tonics (one of which was made with the wrong vodka) could do this to a customer I guess. Eh. Rant mode off.

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The fish was pretty good though. I think it was Red Snapper with cherry tomatoes, leeks, and potatoes(?) in a wine sauce. The fish tasted fresh and was cooked to flaky consistency, and all the veggies really mixed well together with the fish and sauce. Then again, I already had two drinks and I was feeling good (in my head). I probably would’ve preferred to try one of their regular entrees, just to see if the place warrants return visits. I can’t really describe more because my brain is muddled from reasons said previously. This positive note is probably a good place to end the post, so let’s just let it end here. Um. Yay?

Boundry
911 20th Ave S
Nashville, TN
(615) 321-3043

A Celebration at Carrabba’s

Note: The service–or, more likely, just our waiter–was terrible. I usually don’t care that much about service, but I was really hungry and wanted my bread (especially since the guy already brought out the olive oil). And so ends my quick rant about our waiter at Carrabba’s.

Despite the horrid service, it was a pleasant evening at Carrabba’s. We had the makings of an enjoyable dinner: good friends, pretty good food, and a celebration! (I’d like to take a moment and offer my friend Luke a high five–HIGH FIVE!) I’m not going to get into the details of the momentous occasion, but will instead stay on topic and talk about what I ate, and not what happened the night before that led to all the hoorays and huzzahs. My dear friend Luke will have to post on his online diary for that, ha!

Anyways, I left Carrabba’s pretty satisfied, and that’s always a big deal in my book since I’m not the biggest fan of Italian food. It’s hard for me to pay $15 for pasta and sauce. So I went with the chicken special of the day, which I think was called “piato di pollo” : two types of grilled chicken, accompanied by pan seared vegetable ravioli and asparagus.

One piece of chicken came topped with basil, sun-dried tomatoes, and mozzarella, which turned out to be a pretty good combo for the tastebuds; it was creamy and a little sweet, and also a little smokiness from the grill. The other piece was grilled and topped with a sauce made from a wine reduction. It reminded me almost of marsala, but I don’t think it was quite that. I like the chicken with mozzarella better, mostly because it had more flavors and textures in each bite.

To satisfy my daily–and often neglected–requirement for vegetables, the dish came with a side of asparagus and vegetable ravioli. The asparagus was a little wilted and quite puny compared to the large pieces I’m used to eating in California. I would’ve preferred an extra helping of urine-altering veggies. YUM! Their ravioli was stuff with some cream/cheese and diced, roasted vegetables. For some reason, contrary to how most people eat when they go out, I prefer more vegetables than meat. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because vegetables have a tendency to wilt and/or not taste good when eaten at home, but I would’ve preferred more vegetable matter with my chicken. But besides that, the sides were pretty good.

So I left Carrabba’s satisfied with my Italian dinner. That’s good enough for me. And once again, I have to give props to Luke for his great accomplishment the night before. This post is dedicated to him!

Carrabba’s Italian Grill
2101 Green Hills Village Dr
Nashville, TN
(615) 463-3000

Nashville Brunch Extravaganza

I’ve had quite a bit of brunch (aka greatest meal ever) in the past week.

Jackson’s

It takes a certain amount of skill to become a chef. One of those skills is probably the ability to not undercook and overcook food. Anyone can serve something raw or something overcooked. It’s that fine line in between, that state of “just right,” that is the domain of real chefs. It’s something that Jackson’s lacks.

I ordered an omelette with garlic, potatoes, and cheese. As you can probably tell from the photo, the egg is grossly overcooked. Omelettes are usually paper thin and light; this one was thick, which I don’t really mind, but it was also burnt, as indicated by the numerous brown crusts on the egg. I could’ve burnt my own eggs and paid myself 9 dollars.

The same thing happened to the “hash browns” I ordered. The dish was a disaster: the description said “hash browns covered in cheese and onions”–a clear winner in the realm of breakfast foods–but the hash browns were giant pieces of potatoes and were covered by burnt and crusty cheese and onions. Everything that could’ve gone wrong had gone wrong. No crunchy potato pieces, no melty cheese, and no sweet grilled onions. I still regret paying three dollars for the dish even now. Add in the fact that the patio was a smoking area, and this place becomes the last place I would ever go for brunch. And lunch. And dinner.

Le Peep

The skillet dish here was pretty standard, probably the same as the skillets I could get at Denny’s, except that Denny’s is cheaper and comes with more stuff i.e. pancakes, hash browns, etc. It’s good, but not good enough to warrant a trip out there.

Amerigo

Although I’ve heard that dinner here isn’t worth it, I think the brunch here has arguably the best brunch in Nashville. The food is super tasty and pretty cheap. It’s a much better choice than going to Jackson’s; whereas you get a single burnt omelette for $9 at Jackson’s, you can get a nice pork chop meal with julienned veggies and cheesy mashed potatoes for the same price.

The pork chop was a thick cut, but wasn’t dry as I thought it would be. The pineapple glaze wasn’t overly sweet, but I prefer the pork by itself. The potatoes were nice and toasty on the outside, but cheesy, leeky, and soft on the inside. All I can say is that if I were to recommend a place in Nashville, and it’s rare that I do, it would be Amerigo for brunch. Dinner and lunch are another story, but I prefer to not taint my opinion of the place with a (rumor has it) subpar and/or overpriced dinner.

So in conclusion:

Amerigo’s >> Le Peep > >Jackson’s

Jackson’s Bar and Bistro
1800 21st Ave S
Nashville, TN
(615) 385-9968
Le Peep
5133 Harding Pike # B6
Nashville, TN
(615) 353-0030
Amerigo
1920 W End Ave
Nashville, TN
(615) 320-1740