I am going to Babbo in a few days for my anniversary. I do not really eat pasta. Any reviews/suggestions would be appreciated.
Hope this isn't too late for you.
I wrote it in November, last year, for some friends:
Tonight I had possibly the finest meal I've had all year, at Babbo.
They started us off with a crostini covered in chickpeas in a scrumptious marinade of some sort.
I looked long and hard at the menu, wondering how much I'd dare. I mean, tripe and brains and stuff like that? But, I figured what the hell, I'd try something new and possibly gross. So for an appetizer I picked the warm lamb tongue, in a vinagrette with greens, thin slices of cheese and a three-minute egg plopped in the middle. Now, I've never had tongue, and it was a gamble, and it was SO worth it. God, the taste was so familiar yet the texture so different than any meat I've had before. It was delish. I sampled some of the prosciutto and bread with greens, and some goat cheese dish, though I passed on the sqaush. They were all really good, but I liked my tongue best.
Then they brought out my first course, on two plates to allow sharing. It was goose liver ravioli, in a spicy little sauce, with a smidgen of fresh-grated cheese on top. Good God in heaven above come down to earth and sat on my tongue! This was even better than the fois gras at Tabla! This is a taste I will taste again in my dreams! It was incredible.
For a main course I had one of the specials. It was FIVE kinds of meat -- brisket, veal shank, a spicy pork sausage, beef tongue and capon -- served in a broth with a potato, a carrot and some onions. Alongside were four different sauces/condiments. It was great, though I think I might have been happier with the pork tenderloin, since by the time I was done I was drunk on meat. I missed my shot at the pumpkin ravioli, but I did taste the wonderful beef cheek ravioli with crushed squab liver. And also the duck, which was everything duck should be and more.
Room for dessert? SURE! Bring! It! On!
The warm chocolate cake with hazlenut gelato was good, but I pretty much think that most warm chocolate cake, even if it's great, is pretty similar. Another friend had the Klondike-bar-type thing, which was pistachio ice cream sandwiched in chocolate. Good, yes. But I _loved_ my choice, which was a chestnut spice cake served warm with ice cream ans pear slices. Man, o, man. Accompanied with a nice tawny port, this was heavenly.
I simply cannot believe how comfortably full and wonderfully happy I feel right now.