Before heading off though, I managed to meet a future client over at the latest pizzeria Napoletana in Dallas, named Dough. Doug Horn has taken the concept on the road from his original spot in San Antonio. I am especially excited about this one because, 1) it is near my home and 2) the wine list is exciting and 3) the pizza is as good as it gets.
We started off last night with an Aperol spritz before heading into wine country. Fortunately for us, the heat is still blistering and that extends the rosé season.
The salad, again with fresh mozzarella was crisp, fresh, simple. Perfect. Not too much vinegar (and no balsamic, thank the Lord) kept us in good favor with the wine gods.
The pizza, one of our favorites, a prosciutto and arugula, was spot on. We did ask them to leave the truffle oil off, with which they happily complied. One note, the sprinkling of Parmigiano was not really necessary. There was already plenty of flavor on the plate. But it didn’t make the dish suffer, just an extraneous ingredient. No harm.
The wine list is off the charts awesomeness. All Italian (no concession to California Chardonnay, Merlot or Pinot Noir for the locals). And they were eating and drinking it up. Huge kudos’ to Fabien Jacob, the wine director, for putting together such a tight, concentrated, interesting wine list. And they don’t all come from the company I work for. But the ones that do are ones that I like. So I was a pretty happy camper,
Speaking of that we ran into a Neapolitan friend, Raffaele Ranieri and his wife Elizabeth. I blogged about Raffaele almost two years ago and was struck by his enthusiasm and his genuine love to be in America and the promise of America. Something many of us often forget.
Raffaele has a new project with his brothers; let’s say it’s a La Cucina Terrone mobile project (DFW Food Truck Foodie blogged about it here). Raffaele and I were laughing so hard the other night as we both have never worked on a farm but we come straight from terrone roots. “We are terrone-isti!” we shouted out in the pizzeria Napoletana. I loved what he said to me though. Listen to this. We were talking about Italian restaurants in Texas and Italians who came here to start restaurants. Raffaele responded, “Alfo, it is really a shame they came all this way and the food some of them make, they make the Albanian’s who came here look more authentic!” And that’s not a slam to our Albanian brothers, many of whom settled in Italy and added to the spice and the culture and the mix of life in Italy. But moreover he was lamenting that these gents would make it all the way from Piedmont, Lombardia, Toscana, Apulia, you name it, and they would forsake their heritage in place of a fettuccine Alfredo with chicken breast strips or a Caesar Salad (unheard of in Italy) with grilled salmon. Or equally awful renditions of things like Chicken Marsala (instead of veal, with that same, sad Sysco chicken breast) and any number of oddities one finds on Italian menus these days.
Or as we say in old Napoli, Càgnano ‘e musicanti, ma a museca è sempe ‘a stessa.
Hope you all made it through the weekend and the rough weather. I’ll be posting from the dining room above and, of course, the wine trail in Italy.
Until then, good night Irene...
written by Alfonso Cevola limited rights reserved On the Wine Trail in Italy
