Showing posts with label Lidia's Pittsburgh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lidia's Pittsburgh. Show all posts

Friday, June 13, 2008

Lidia's Pittsburgh

Welcome to the weekend! Last weekend Miss Kitty and I wanted to do some shopping in the Strip District (get your minds out of the gutter - The Strip is the food market section of Pittsburgh) and decided to treat ourselves to the weekend brunch served at Lidia's. What follows is what I jotted down in my journal after lunch:
12:37pm
Brunch special at Lidia's, 3 courses of perfection with salad-antipasta, choice of entree, choice of dessert and a complimentary mimosa. The 1st course was an imaginative assortment of fresh or grilled greens with egg (and without) and cold sliced meats. I particularly liked the egg with asparagus, just delicious and subtly seasoned.
Next up, MK ordered the stuffed manicotti and I picked the three pasta trio (yes, it is called that, despite the redundancy), a sampling of three very different pasta based dishes. The polenta with braised lamb was so delicious that I wanted to lick the plate, followed by ribbon pasta tossed in a light tomato sauce with pulled pork and chicken livers. I've had this last dish at Lidia's before and I have to say that if there is one plate of pasta that I could eat over and over, this would be it. Absolutely outstanding! The third serving of pasta was a real disappointment. I had been forewarned by our server that there was some sort of problem in the kitchen with that dish, and when they brought it out, I thought, how bad can it be? Bad. Bow-tie pasta with sauteed broccoli and spinach that tasted like a tin can. MK tasted it and we agreed that the spinach must've been scorched or something. Really awful. But given how great the first two servings of pasta had been I wasn't hungry anymore anyway, so I was less upset than if this had been the first thing served to me.
Even though I was stuffed, we visited the dessert table where we both got the almond cake with cream cheese icing. Almost as good as what my mom makes, which is saying a lot because no one bakes the way my mother does.