This past weekend we celebrated my partner’s birthday. He’s a bit younger than I am (I round up to a ten year difference between us, he rounds down to seven) but I only remember that when we’re talking about birthdays, media (music, movies and television) and Big Life Events (we don’t spend a lot of time figuring out how old he was/what he was doing when I was in graduate school and that sort of thing). To celebrate we did both birthday dinner at home (a tradition, see here) and birthday dinner out.
His choice for birthday dinner at home this year was turkey meatloaf, broccoli, mashed potatoes and peanut butter chocolate trifle (without the traditional meat layer). It was a good, homemade, comfort food kind of meal and we thoroughly enjoyed it.
The night before our family dinner, my partner and I went out for a fancy, us-only dinner (before I took him to see Shear Madness which was wonderful as always) at Sorellina, which is one of my favorite Boston restaurants. My photos and words will not do this food justice. The restaurant itself is so cozy, beautiful and romantic. I love the chargers on the table when you sit down.
I love the little dusted with gold truffles they give you when your meal is over and you’re paying the check.
In between those beautiful plates and decadent truffles was some amazing food.
We started with celebratory adult beverages.
We agreed on two appetizers and a pasta, all to share. The burrata (with prosciutto, figs and balsamic vinegar) was smooth and creamy and the prosciutto was thinly sliced and the combination was dreamy.
This meal we tried something new. It was seasonal and we were both surprised by how much we liked it. I am still thinking about it multiple days later. I woke up this morning wondering when I can possibly go back to get more. We had the gnudi with pumpkin, spiced brown butter, parmigiano and sage. The gnudi was fluffy and smooth and the sauce was the perfect compliment with just the right amount of flavor and spice. The toasted seeds on top were the best for a slight crunchy texture.
When we go to Sorellina, we always order the gnocchi which is served with maine lobster and vermont butter. When I tell you that I dream about this dish, I am not lying. I know well enough now to ask for a spoon so that I can eat every last drop of the decant sauce.
We always use the bread to soak up every single drop of the sauce. If I could, I’d lick the bowl clean, but it’s not that kind of establishment.
Because it was a birthday we splurged and had dessert too. Sorellina is known for the molten chocolate cake but this time around we didn’t get that. Instead, I got the semifreddo and my partner opted for the bombolini, which were tiny sugar doughnuts with geltao, figs and a honey sauce. The wonderfully discrete waiter even decorated the plate and gave him a candle- but didn’t sing.
As I write this, I am plotting our next big celebration so that we can go back. Does it being a Monday count?