I won’t name the restaurant that once occupied the space where Portosole now stands, but let’s just say, this is definitely an upgrade.
The Bronzino was cooked so perfectly, its parents would be proud, that its offspring left a clean, memorable taste to our palate.
The Linguine alle Vongole could’ve used another two minutes in the pot, but the flavor held its own and with a splash of their trusty hot sauce, it came to life.
The pistachio dessert was pleasantly sweet as the company joining us. Raul, our server, was gracious and seasoned. A good wine list.