Babbo is a special place. Brad and I got to have dinner there tonight courtesy of the last minute reservation powers of Fred Wilson, who is a gentleman and a scholar. After our surprisingly rapid tour of the MoMA we took a taxi down to Greenwich Village. After some language difficulties with the cabbie, who I thought was saying Beverly Place instead of Waverly Place, we managed to get there. Babbo is quite small and intimate, with soft lighting and the comfortable service that happens at restaurants confident in their excellence.
Although it is white truffle season and they offered a beautiful white truffle tasting menu, we exercised some restraint. We both started with a beautiful beet salad with steamed spinach, and then Brad had the maccheroni alla chitarra as his entree. I had the spaghettini with lots of roasted garlic cloves and the meat of a one pound lobster. The lobster meat got a little overpowered by the sweetness of the red sauce. Both of our pastas were cooked perfectly, with some firmess left to bite into. For dessert, we shared a delicious pistachio and chocolate semifreddo, which I'm used to having served in a parfait glass. This looked more like a panna cotta and was a perfect combination of sweet and chilled and chewy. Very nice.
I’d definitely like to eat here again, as soon as possible, really. Thanks, Fred..