Da Vinci’s Ristorante Pizzeria – North Perth – Saturday 29 March 2014 – Dinner

Lasagne

Lasagne

Da Vinci’s had a curious name when I first started going around ten years ago, not long after Dan Brown’s bestseller. I had worked for a number of years at a number of restaurants with one of their chefs at the time (who is a best mate) and got to know many of the staff and the owners who are still around today. Needless to say it is a comfortable place to have dinner.

When I look around, the funny thing is that everyone else looks comfortable. There’s a 50th birthday with two large tables that are having a great time, and the whole place is warm and friendly. The restaurant itself is open and honest – it speaks to good quality Italian with no frills. It’s not clichéd family, but it is bright, is busy early, and tables generally don’t get turned over so it’s relaxed.

The wood-fired pizza oven is fit for the job, but we didn’t have pizza tonight. Mum felt like seafood marinara and Catherine and I just had to try the homemade lasagna! I was a bit tricky in copying Catherine’s choice, which is a bit of a faux pas in my book, but when you come here you can have what you feel like!

Mum loved her marinara – the seafood was excellent and the serving generous. I’m not sure if the pasta is handmade, but I don’t think it is. The handmade pasta in the lasagna was terrific. Eight layers with a “rich Italian meat sauce” which I believe was dominant in pork. I often feel lasagna is too heavy, and find it hard to go past the vincisgrassi that migrated from The Grand to Yak Bar in Melbourne, but the al dente pasta and excellent meat sauce made for a delicious dish that was all the better for only $21!

The three of us shared wildberry meringue and apple pie for dessert which were both about $10. You don’t normally get much for $10 in Perth, so this is very reasonable, and some seemingly defrosted berries with the meringue is not a criticism, but worthy of noting. The meringue itself was light, but gooey and surprised all of us to the extent we were speaking about it a couple of nights later. The apple pie was as you’d expect for a standard dessert – something sweet to end a fun meal.

Having been eating in Perth for many, many years I know when a suburban restaurant is average, good, or great. It’s not just a price point thing. Da Vinci is a simple Italian restaurant, done really well.

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Becco – Melbourne City – Friday 14 March 2014 – Dinner

It has been a month of non-stop Italian. Having come from the grand prix, missing all Italian influence other than an Aussie they are calling their own Crowe style (Ricciardo is an adopted “son”) and the Ferraris (who aren’t driven by Italian drivers), I guess it was a fair call to again go Italian.

The four of us managed to get a last minute booking at this close to institutional restaurant on a block that is as Italian as many squares in Rome. Boasting Bottega, several kinds of Grossi, and Pellegrini’s, this must be one of the best eating destinations over a couple hundred metres in Australia (did I mention Gingerboy?!)

Becco holds its own. It is an intimate space with lots of nooks for small groups and couples. I like the undulations, though it must make it a dangerous place for floorstaff! I feel like it was not supposed to be a restaurant. A space for creativity down a laneway that eventually found its place with food and wine its meaning.

I won’t focus in detail on the food. It was all really good though. The starters, including the lightly dusted calamari that is apparently a must try, were high points. We were hungry yes, but there was style and flavour in the opening. My linguine, which I ordered mainly because I felt like a simple homemade pasta, to match my soave white wine, was delicate and the kind of dish that you don’t want to end. I must say the sides were, for sides, pretty amazing too.

By this time I’d been out a long while and opted for an espresso and some shared petit fours (biscotti selection) rather than dessert, but the classical apple pie being gobbled up next to me looked good enough for a hint of menu envy to creep in. The nougat on the selection and the panforte made up for it – just.

I need to try to dine at places like Becco more. It almost defines what I love about Melbourne restaurants.

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