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Giacomo’s & Mike’s Pastry

Two of my cousins went to MIT, and the third one is currently still enrolled there. When I asked about things to do in Boston, I got very mixed suggestions. One of the suggestions was pretty solid all across the board, Italian food at Giacomo’s on the North End.

The place is small like most places on the North End, so there’s a wait. A line forms outside the restaurant and people are willing to stand for up to a couple hours just to get into this restaurant. I wonder what happens when it starts to snow.

caprese salad-bufala mozarella,fresh tomato,basil and virgin oil

fried calamari

shrimp and lobster pasta.

half lobster & mussels pasta.

Giacomo’s is worth waiting for, because the wait isn’t about just standing around. You can have someone in your party walk half a block to Mike’s Pastry to pick up some treats.

They bake quite a few different treats in their shop.

This, however, is what they are known for, cannolis.

Delicious, cream-filled treats.

Here Michelle enjoys a cannoli with the line to Giacomo’s in the background.

While Mike’s Pastry makes a great pre dinner snack, just up the street past Mike’s is Modern Pastry. They are famous for their sfogliatelle. It’s a flaky, light pastry with filled witha  creamy filling. Unfortunately with as full as we were, these were readily handled before we could get any photos.

So if you’re ever in Boston, make this Italian meal tour on the North End. You won’t regret it.

Remember when we got married a year ago?

Getting married was pretty fun. Let me refresh your memory. To celebrate such an awesome event, Michelle and I decided to have dinner at Osteria Mozza.

I’ve only had the Mozza pizza to go. I was excited.

We were celebrating, so cocktails were in order. We both ordered the Gold Rush.

Small bites to start.

Bufala Mozzarella with prosciutto di Parma. The cheese had the texture of rich ice cream.

Burricotta with radicchio, spiced walnuts, honey & fried rosemary. This had a great flavor combination with the radicchio and herbs giving off a slightly bitter flavor, and then you’d hit that cheese and walnut making it sweet and creamy. Bam! (Yeah I said bam.) The only downside to this dish is it’s very hard to eat with and semblance of elegance. The bread is so toasty there’s no way to cut it. You just have to bit right into it and let it fall apart.

Grilled Octopus with potatoes, celery & lemon. Perfectly grilled, with very minimal flavors added to it. I would love to have a full plate of this. I mean a regular person’s plate, not a nice restaurant’s plating plate. I mean, come on! The octopus has eight legs. Surely you can spare some more.

After appetizers I switched up to beer. Saxo, the last bottle in the house.

Orecchiette with sausage & Swiss chard. It felt like something that you could make at home, very unpretentious. With a little bit of spiciness to it and some bread crumbs for texture, this pasta was probably my favorite.

Squid Ink Chitarra Freddi with Dungeness crab, sea urchin & jalapeño. This dish is served cold, much like revenge. (Yeah, I went there too.) I love the way you get heat from the jalapeños on a cold dish. Great combination. What even more incredible is that I think I’m not longer allergic to crab! Remember when I had crab at the Wolvesden? Maybe I just need to stop eating shitty Chinese restaurant crab where it sits in the tank with all its dying compatriots.





Ricotta & Egg Raviolo with browned butter. This dish is a favorite among a lot of people, but it’s a little too rich for my tastes with the egg and ricotta. A little more saltiness would be more to my tastes, but who am I to say how they should prepare this dish? Apparently lots of people already love it the way it is.

Agnolotti, burro e salvia. This picture doesn’t capture it well, but these ravioli-like pastas are tiny, and yet they manage to stuff four meats into them. I’d like to get a pot full of these bad boys and snack on them during a Monday night football session.

After being stuffed, we forced ourselves to have some dessert. We asked for small scoops of the gelato and sorbet. This is the strawberry sorbet. This is not small. That waffle cookie is about the size of your palm with fingers spread. It was delicious and refreshing though, a great finish to an excellent meal.

Osteria Mozza lives up to all the fanfare of its name, and it does so with a quiet elegance, something that comes from a place that knows what it is and where it stands. It has no need to shove how good it is down anyone’s throat. It’s just good food.







It’s like a poor man’s Bottega Louie

Walk into Eatalian Cafe, and you’ll feel like you walked into a knockoff of Bottega Louie. It sits in Gardena, pretty much as close as you can get to West Compton in an industrial area, where on one travels through at night. The restaurant is a very large space, formerly a textile factory and like Bottega, it’s white. Very white. There’s even a spot where you can look at dessert pastries and gelato, much like the dessert display at Bottega. Still, while it brings up that familiarity of everyone’s favorite large downtown eatery, I think it stands out okay for itself on the food.

I believe this one was the Penne Capresi.

Four Cheese Gnocchi. This dish doesn’t do much as far as appearance goes. The four cheeses sauce is delicious though.

Gnocchi in meat sauce. While the sauce is good, I feel like the gnocchi is overcooked, making the gnocchi dishes a bit weak.

Tagliatelle al Ragù. This pasta was cooked just the way I like it, having the perfect amount of bite.

Pizza Gitana. Cherry tomatoes, speck, and mushrooms.

Something tells me we should talk as a group before ordering. Another mushroom pizza.

Pizza Prosciutto Crudo. This was nicely salted, a lot lighter than I originally expected. All the pizzas were cooked well, with a nice crisp crust, but this was my favorite pizza.

Here we are enjoying our meal. Less talking. More eating. You can see in the background just how white everything is in the restaurant.

Eatalian is definitely a place I would come back to check out again, as their menu has a variety of items to try. Heck, this place doesn’t even have its liquor license yet. Think about how awesome it will be to enjoy an Italian meal with some wine and beer?

That’s Amore!

With all the new restaurants out there to try, sometimes it is just nice to get back to an old favorite. C&O Trattoria in Marina Del Rey is always a treat. It’s just some good, hearty food. Plus it doesn’t hurt that they sing Dean Martin’s “That’s Amore” during dinner in order to trick you into drinking more house wine.


Complimentary bread. We’re not sure whether to call these garlic balls or garlic knots, but the oil/garlic mixture they’re tossed in is like crack.

The special. Linquine Mare. Seafood, sun dried tomatoes, asparagus, and mushrooms in a cream sauce.

A nice, standard spaghetti and meatballs. I would say more fat content in the meatballs might be nice, but it’s still delicious without any changes.

Let’s not forget Michelle’s favorite, Linguine Pollo Marsala. Always good.

There were only four of us eating this dinner, so leftovers were plentiful. That’s the great thing about this place. You know you’re leaving with leftovers. Just remember to ask them for some more garlic balls right before you pack up your meal.

Thought I was done with Argentina, did you?

Not a chance! I told I was milking the trip for blog content. I just took a little break over the holidays to do a lot of eating and drinking. Let’s get back on track here.

La Cabrera is probably the parrilla with the most press right now. It takes a spin on the traditional parrilla, and makes it more modern. They offer side dishes with every order of beef, like Korean banchan.

This table is all ours!

Sides mostly consist of tomatoes and potatoes.

First and only time we saw sweet potatoes during the trip.

Remember they’re big on pasta.

This is the only parrilla that has kobe beef.

Eating dead animals has never been so good.

Michelle was very happy in all her Argentinian attire.

Tired from eating all that food. Having a little after dinner treat from the lollipop tree.

Everyone who has been to Buenos Aires raves about this place. It’s good, but their meat isn’t any better than any of the numerous parrillas we went to in the city. I think there is a lot of hype surrounding this place. With that said, it’s definitely worth putting on the list of places to eat in Buenos Aires. Just make sure you have reservations. It’s a pretty popular place.

I ate my cooking and didn’t lose my vision…yet.

With Michelle being busy at her new job, we don’t go out to eat together as often. I have an hour or two before she gets home from work so I’ve become a house husband. I decided it’s about time I started cooking. I don’t use recipes, because that’s like asking for directions. I’m a man, a man that would probably have much better meals if he read a recipe book but a man nonetheless. Here are some of the things I’ve started cooking.

This is what I added to a jar of pasta sauce. Sausage, mushrooms, garlic, onions, tomatoes, and two habaneros to give it some heat.

I really should have put this under some better light, but here the finished pasta. It was delicious.

I decided to cook up some steaks. I’m not used to working with meat unless it’s in a smoker or on a grill. I went with filet mignon, seasoned with a mix of salt, pepper, and thyme. Filet mignon’s a cut of meat I can’t afford to eat regularly, but I wanted to give myself an advantage in cooking.

The steak turned out pretty well. I topped it with some blue cheese crumbles that I forgot to add until very late, so it didn’t melt as much as I would have liked. It’s accompanied by some green beans, mushrooms, and brown rice.

These two meals are just about the most cooking I’ve ever done, and I’m really happy that they came out well. I have a fear of failure, which has prevented me from starting my cooking adventures up until now. This gives me a little bit of confidence to try new things.

Dirty Thirty!

Although I haven’t been out in the world a full thirty years until about noon today, I am thirty. Ask my dad about it sometime. He likes to tell the story about how after I was born he went to lunch.

Yesterday I went out to dinner with Michelle, my parents, and my cousins and their parents. Between the nine of us four of us have June birthdays. We decided on Waterloo & City. I didn’t realize this place is new, only been around five weeks according to my uncle. It’s a great restaurant, but it’s not for those who don’t like to sit and enjoy a long meal.

Shrimp and zucchini fritters.

Foie Gras.

Braised beef short ribs pizza.

Murgh Makani. We were told it means “butter chicken.” Yeah, so in for this.

Of course we had to watch the Lakers game.

Whole roasted chicken. You can see the embers still glowing.

I forget what this was called, but it had rabbit, porcini, and bacon. I ordered after I saw bacon.

Fresh salmon.

Pork belly.

This is a terrible picture of a super creamy pasta with truffles. Everyone loved this sauce.

Strawberries and creme.

Chocolate and bananas.

Thirty years have passed. I’m not truly the world’s strongest billionaire. I don’t always lift heavy things…effortlessly. I haven’t gone multi-platinum. People don’t flock to places when they hear I’m going to be showing up. Am I where I want to be in life?

Most definitely, yes.