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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).
OK, so I didn't spend a lot of time taking pictures of the multitudinous small plates the 3 of us ordered at ever-so-welcome and affordable newcomer Uva Enoteca in the lower Haight. We were too busy enjoying them ... Of course, I didn't love everything—like the cold dice of roasted celery root tossed up with a bit of pomegranate and sage; it was a tad underseasoned and flat in flavor. As well, the diminutive salame and mozzarella pizza could've done with a hotter oven (and perhaps a more delicate hand?) as its crust was a tad too chewy and dense for my taste.But here's what went down and what went down really, really well (helped along of course with a few quartinos of red wine):- the deep-fried gnocchi generously sprinkled with parmesan and served with a pesto aioli- an assortment of 3 cheeses served with the loveliest of sides including castelveltrano olives, marcona almonds, a luscious truffled honey and more- pan-fried Brussels sprouts with crisped up pancetta and onions bits- a soft, oozing blob of creamy, curdy burrata ringed with tangerine slivers and chervil - oven-baked orecchiette pasta with the most heavenly crumble of wild boar ragu Mario Batali has taught his disciple well ...

JA and I ducked into The Grove to get out of the dreary, drizzling cold ... and found a little bit of sun inside. I was wondering why the barrista was huddled over my caffe latte for so long—and was starting to think I woulda been better off getting my joe elsewhere, but when he slid the cup towards me, and I spied the sunny face looking up, I couldn't help but smile.