Amidst the turkey and hiking and beaching from last week there was a birthday. Not sure if you could tell but, well, we like to eat delicious things in my family. When in Los Angeles, take restaurant advice from the locals. A last minute reservation for 8 at the high top table with a view of the pizza oven and you have a recipe for success thanks to Sotto.
Candied ginger, mint and tequila? Don’t mind if I do…. They called it “Pass the Buck.” I called it gone in two sips.
I meant to take many pictures of the delicious food. Which is quite challenging when chestnut ricotta gnocchi in a sage butter sauce arrive in front of you.
While flavorful and well seasoned, the texture was more like a baby matzo ball. The pizza, how ever…pure bliss. Do you see those char bubbles on the crust? That’s what an 800 degree Fahrenheit oven will get you. I don’t remember what was on either pizza nor do I care. There could have been any combination of ingredients and it would be amazing.
Aunt R and uncle D approved.
We even had a celebrity sighting, I tried to get Uncle D to snap a pic since he was sitting behind me but well…
Not that Conan.
Just without the monkey. Monkeys don’t like pizza.
Then these grilled pork meatballs came out and I forgot all about it.
We were so stuffed we only ordered one dessert avec candle for the birthday girl. Holy chocolate hazel nut cake!
I don’t like chocolate (gasp, sigh) but everyone agreed it was amazing. Considering that it vanished in 2.5 seconds I concede to their judgment.
Happy birthday A!!!