Belly to Bobo

The Duck (aka Bobo) got a fantastic birthday present in the mail yesterday from Brooklyn. Phone calls from kids and presents from BellyBone. Now, that's livin'.

For her birthday dinner Plottie and Duck walked down to Incanto. They hadn't been there since Plotnik reviewed it when it first opened -- or maybe they'd been back once. Incanto has morphed into a destination restaurant now, probably because Chef Chris Cosentino has become a celebrity chef, appearing on all the food channels.

Dinner was delicious and the experience is also part of it -- it's about food and wine there, nothing else, and the way they make sure things work is professional, friendly and attentive service.

Quality of meal? -- Very good. A few big hits, a few kinda-sorta-pretty-darned-goods. Ultimately, there's just so much you can do with a radish salad, though Plot is glad they ordered it on the waiter's recommendation. The interesting part wasn't the radishes but that they made a pesto for it out of the radish leaves (instead of using basil). Local sardines also had a delicious sauce but -- well ya gotta like fresh sardines. They're nice and briney, like enormous clams, but pretty durned strong tasting.

Oooh, but the ragu on the handkerchief pasta and the lamb-three-ways and don't forget the best tapenade and the very very very best ice cream Plotnik has EVER eaten -- coffee ice cream with cocoa nibs and some saucy thing and crunchy thing and man alive was that good!

Happy Birthday to Bobo for sure, and it doesn't end in 0 or 5 so it doesn't even count.