Talk about a generous pour ... Latin American Club sets you up with a big 'un. Well done, I say.
Lucky for me, AG was giving me a ride home (so I could drink my wine with abandon) following our visit to new-kid-on-the-block Ristorante Specchio, a cavernous space on Mission St. that was sadly—and I'll admit, alarmingly—empty, save for 2 other diners last Thursday night. Well, turns out, the food was good—though really you'd have to be a complete kitchen idiot to mess this one up. After all, Specchio's 2 cooks could focus their full attention on our meal. Softball if ever there was one.
That said, everything—the beet salad with toasted pine nuts; homemade egg pappardelle with wild boar bolognese and juniper berries sauce; and pork chops with gorgonzola cream sauce and sauteed spinach—was well-seasoned, balanced in flavor, and cooked to just the right done-ness.
It's solid rustic fare, albeit in a somewhat bizarre interior (read: the nude mannequins have got to go).
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