VN and I visited Fresco Bistro Italiano for a late birthday
dinner. We originally wanted to try out Union 613, but no dice, they were
booked until 9:30pm. Lame. We walked down to Fresco Bistro Italiano, which was
practically beside Pure Gelato.
We walked into the dimly lit restaurant and were promptly
seated in front of the bar. The main reason I wanted to try out this place was
because Lucy raved about their amazlingly fluffy gnocchi (not pronounced ga-knock-e). I’ve never had legit gnocchi, so I
thought I’d give it a try.
VN got the chicken diavolo, while I ordered the gnocchi with
a pesto olive oil instead of the cream sauce. I was very tempted to order the
braised lamb shank, but I wanted to try their gnocchi. I’ll have to go back and
try the braised lamb.
There was a slight smoky aroma coming off of the mountain of
gnocchi. It was probably from the pancetta and seared chicken. I was not
expecting such a large portion of gnocchi. Let me explain my thoughts, as I
tucked in:
First bite – 3rd bite:
Umm… okay… that’s hot!
Hmm… Why does this feel like soggy bread wrapped around a soft potato nugget?
Is this what gnocchi is supposed to taste like?
4th – 9th bite (approximate):
The gnocchi are quite
light and fluffy – oh, what’s this smoky taste? Mushrooms? The mushroom tastes
great! Holy crap – I’m actually enjoying mushrooms in a dish! Smoky pancetta?
Yum. Pieces of seared chicken? Womp womp womp womp wowowowowomp…
10th – 14th bite (approximate):
Why is the outside of
the gnocchi so mushy? Er… must keep going… Another piece of mushroom… bleh. Suck
it up Christine! Stop being a baby. They’re just mushrooms.
Why is everything so soft in this dish? Why is there so much oil?
Why is everything so soft in this dish? Why is there so much oil?
15th – 17th bite (approximate):
Must keep eating... Why
is there still so much left?
18th bite (approximate):
I’m done. Can’t eat
any more.
I tried to enjoy the gnocchi. It’s just not my thing. Maybe
I’ll try to make it from scratch and see if it tastes any better. At first, I
enjoyed the mushrooms, but then half-way through, it lost it’s appeal. There
wasn’t much textural contrast in the dish other than the few pancetta bits.
That was the main reason I got tired of the dish so quickly. I doubt I’ll order
this again.
VN’s plate of chicken diavolo looked great! Let’s start at
the bottom of the plate: I think the sauce was just pan drippings (delicious
pan drippings, I might add), roasted fingerling potatoes, vegetables, roasted
chicken, sun-dried tomatoes, and a little grated Romano cheese. I was very
impressed with the moist chicken. I mean, I rarely go out to restaurants like
these, but the chicken was spot on. VN quite liked the sauce. It was a well
thought out dish. There were textural contrasts (crisp veggies vs soft
chicken), flavour contrasts (tasty sauce vs lightly-seasoned chicken, sun-dried
tomatoes vs chicken). One great thing about the chicken diavolo dish was that
were wasn’t a lot of carbs, so VN didn’t feel weighed down like somebody else.
We talked about their desserts for quite a bit, but decided
to go next door for some gelato instead.
It was my first time at Pure Gelato. Everyone was talking
about Pure Gelato during the summer, and why not? We had a summer that felt
similar to Taipei’s hot and humid weather.
We both settled on a small cup of gelato. The small cup gets
you three scoops of whatever gelato you choose. While mulling over all the
choices in the brightly-lit place, we joked that we should just buy a litre of
gelato instead. Next time… maybe next time.
I went with pistachio, lemoncello, and strawberry shortcake,
which the lady recommended. The refreshing lemoncello hit the spot. It helped
cut through the heavy dinner I had. The creamy pistachio was alright. The
strawberry shortcake was quite sour, which I liked, but it didn’t really taste
like strawberry shortcake to me.
VN went with a scoop each of lemoncello, coconut, and
watermelon gelato. The coconut gelato was surprisingly rich. It had shreds of
coconut too. I didn’t get to taste the watermelon gelato, because I was too
busy trying to eat all of the strawberry shortcake first. Save the best for
last...
In the middle of our conversation, VN suggested that we
could probably catch Argo at the Empire Theatre in World Exchange Plaza. We weren’t
far. We booked it for the theatre. But once we got there, there was a long line
up at the ticket booth and box office. I remembered that there was another
ticket booth. We got the tickets, walked through the doors (where they
usually check your tickets), flashed the movie tickets at the imaginary usher, and walked into the packed theatre.
The movie was… how should I say this?
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