Bruni on Del Posto

Leventhal was right, of course: Del Posto got its inevitable three stars. On the other hand, Leventhal was wrong. Reading the review, there's no nitpicking, no on-the-one-hand-on-the-other-hand. In fact, I've never read an NYT restaurant review which makes me want to visit a restaurant more than this one does. This is three-stars-verging-on-four, not two-stars-bumped-up-to-three. Del Posto is now officially The Restaurant I Most Want To Go To In New York, easily overtaking the (disappointing?) Per Se. Some of what tantalised my tastebuds:

Ravioli that are filled with a chestnut and Parmesan purée and paired with pigeon and myrtle.

Roasted guinea hen, the skin over the breast golden and crisp, the flesh from the leg mixed with risotto and served in a hollowed baby pumpkin.

Bucatini alla gricia, noodles mixed with guanciale, red onions and an emulsification of rendered guanciale fat and pecorino.

And, best of all,