Monthly Archives: June 2011

A Night in the North End: Trattoria di Monica

I will take my first real stab at this…a restaurant review.

While I have dined in many, many places around Boston/Greater Boston – I never remember to throw my opinions down on paper. On Friday evening, my wife and I decided to venture into the North End – a neighborhood of Boston which we both usually avoid like the plague due to high concentrations of tourists, long waits, and many times food that I could simply make at home.

This brings us to our 9 pm reservation at Trattoria di Monica.

We started with 2 appetizers – a simple caesar salad and fried stuffed squash blossoms…though I can’t remember the type of cheese. The salad, was as you would expect, simple, safe, and just a run of the mill CS – all things being equal a nice way to start the meal. The blossoms on the other hand were simply over battered and over fried, with little taste other than the giagantic amounts of grease. It was 1 out of 4 bites that you could actually taste the blossom/cheese combo, with the others just forcing you to gulp down some water in between bites.

Entrees:

My wife ordered the house gnocci in their red sauce, a safe play to gauge Trattoria di Monica. Success. This dish, while it could have been a little larger, was delish. The red sauce was thin, but complimented the gnocci to a T. It wasnt heavy on garlic or too robust to taste the food, it simply existed and made for quick noshing.

Gnocchi alla Salsa Rosa: Gnocchi in a plum tomato sauce with a splash of cream

My dish took the top spot in my North End dining to date…

Fettuccine al Nero di Seppia con Capesanti Pan seared scallops in a white wine sauce with carrots and leeks over black fettuccine.

 My first experience with squid ink pasta, holy hell have I been missing something. This fettuccine and scallop dish was a mouth watering plate of continuous bites. The pasta was earthy, firm, and perfectly coated in the sauce. Three large scallops were nicely plated around the pasta, leaving you the diner, the option of seared scallop sans/avec white wine sauce. Each bite was better and better as you could really just pick up hints of the leeks and wine. I would recommend dining at this location on any visit to this over populated section of Boston. I find it difficult to find the value in food and wine pricing in the NE – both of which hit the nail on the head here at Trattoria di Monica.

Full bottle of Pinot Nero, 2 Apps, 2 Entrees: Total $96 well worth every penny


Jorts

…From what it appears, a nice kick off post is the starting point of blogging; but how the hell does one cut to the chase and avoid the typical “I never thought I’d do it, but here goes nothing…” 

I like food. I like drink. I like sports.

I love Boston.

I think about the most random things.

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To quote the movie Clerks

Randal: I’m not going to miss what is probably going to be the social event of the season.

Dante: But you hate people! Randal But I love gatherings. Isn’t it ironic?

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I also like thinking about what others may or may not have thought about or providing my 2 cents with no regard to if I may come across a bit rude.

My latest curiousities and pet peeves?  Funny you should ask…

1. Gangster and Wangsters and their jean shorts or “Jorts”

2. Middle Aged Women with bells on their bicycles.

Jorts are one of those things that you see and ask yourself…really? You really think those are awesome?

Listen, I get it…they look “crisp” and can allow the focus to be on the fluorecent shoes or Ed Hardy t-shirt of a Rabid Panda, why wouldn’t you wear them? What blows my mind is that no where I can think of endorses this garb, often times just the opposite with great fun being poked at these things now concatenated into the singular word JORTS.

so where am I going with this? No clue, it just amazes me that one’s peers wouldn’t pull them aside and say “Hey dude, these things are not in style…” Instead just the opposite phenomon takes place, no one says anything and it starts an “acceptable” trend (i.e. stickers left on hats, men in ridiculously skinny black jeans, and obese women wearing booty shorts that say “Cutie”) 

It simply leaves me shaking my head.

OK – so now you’re probably wondering about the thought on bike bells!? Well it’s simple really. I recently decided to get back into running…my spring/summer of de-fatting process in full swing. So as I am running along the Charles, plenty of room mind you on both my left and right (this has happened a few times now), I get a little *cling cling* for me to turn, observe, and move out of the way. What happened to vocal chords and why are you on a mountain bike if you can’t go around me, even if it means hitting some mowed lawn. So now, I am running, a little annoyed having just been chimed at, literally….and I get to thinking; if it wasn’t for this demographic of middle-aged women who insist on using these said bike horns, they would go away forever. Like any product, it gets boiled down to Supply & Demand…stop buying these silly bike toys…companies will stop making them. So as I run and I hear more and more of these *cling cling* noises I am actually getting mad (which is good…keeps my mind off the fact I am running); we all have to suffer because these bell companies think there is still a market for them, unbenounced to them it’s a small niche who simply can’t pull it together.

I don’t know…maybe I can’t even elaborate my full thought process, but this did kind of feel good to start banging the keys; I find you get weird looks from friends if you go on a bicycle bell rant at random. Who knew!?


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