Yesterday it was supposed to storm. I planned my day accordingly. This meant that I had a lazy, rainy day while the sun was shining bright--no regrets. After an afternoon of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD with a gal pal, we decided to treat ourselves to dinner at City House, probably my favorite restaurant in town.
I like it even more on Sundays, when the atmosphere is relaxed and the menu is designed for sharing. We decided to split a couple appetizers and a pizza--and had a really tough time coming to a consensus. There were so many beautiful things on the menu, including six intriguing pies. I insisted we have the artichoke appetizer--a whole fresh one stuffed with walnut pesto--and we also agreed upon some spare ribs, done with a lemony, fennel-seedy crust. They were both insanely good--especially the ribs, which fell off the bone and had the most miraculous tang.
After much debate, we ordered a pizza topped with broccoli rabe, garlic, chiles and mozzarella (one with mushrooms and ham bits almost made the cut). The bite of the rabe went perfectly with the heat of the chiles and the chewiness of the exquisite, wood-fired crust.
Have I mentioned that I love this place?