This place has made me a pea lover. (That sounds weird phonetically, unless you see it written in black and white. I fully expect the peanut gallery here to have a jolly old time with that statement. But whatever.)
The peas and stracciatella, while a simple sounding dish, epitomized the KISS principle. Peas were “farmers market” fresh, and were properly plump and sweet, redolent of spring. I’m not even sure these peas were cooked (maybe just kissed by the fire). And the stracciatella complemented it perfectly – rich and creamy – providing the perfect umami accent to the fresh peas.
There were also other dishes we tried, lamb ragoo [sic] as well as a roasted beet salad, but the peas, those damn peas, stole the show.