We’re gonna pretend that I’ve posted something within the last month and smoothly transition into cardiac arresting Italian food. Rebecca and I took Jonathan out for his birthday to ZaZa’s Cucina, home to “authentic Italian cuisine”. Even though the outside of the place looks like a literal hole in the wall, once you step inside, you best hope you’re not wearing jeans. JK you could probably wear jeans, but it would not be strange to put on the fancy clothes. Jonathan had the pumpkin ravioli with caramelized onions, hazelnuts, and goat cheese.I think it was okay, if I remember correctly. 

Rebecca had theBologna-style lasagna. I think that bologna refers to the sauce, notthe sandwich meat. Tasted like lasagna. 

Then there was the gnocchi(apparently pronounced nyaw-key). That’s basically chunks of spongy potato. In this case, they were swimming in gorgonzola/brie/fontina/mascarpone/Parmigiano Reggiano cheese sauce.

Probably too decadent, especially as I had trouble getting through half, as some will be happy to hear. It tasted nice, but was very rich and sat like a rock in my stomach. I was most entertained by the texture of the new potato form in between my teeth. 

For dessert we shared a crème brûlée.My first one, too! Almost ironic. After all the time and anticipation of having it, I guess I was expecting more than it really was, though it didn’t taste bad. Glad I didn’t have my own, either. From the sounds of it, I still need some quality time (or meat) with true Italian cuisine. I can’t say this was the best night for my lipoprotein intake, but I most likely had oatmeal for breakfast. And I sure as heck won’t be trying those out again any time soon.