My friend and I were lucky enough to snag two seats at the bar last Saturday after only a 10 minute wait. Immediately, my eye went to this on the menu "marrow al forno." Aahh...roasted bone marrow, served with toasted bread, roasted garlic and flaky salt. I took my little fork and broke through the thin crisp top of the marrow and scooped out some of the fatty, gelatinous interior, much like a creme brulee. A little smeer on the toast, a piece of garlic, a pinch of salt...I was the envy of the room. My marrow-hater friend wanted some of my toast. "No", I told her, "you can only have it with bone marrow spread on top." Good thing the kitchen is more accommodating then me.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Marrow at Mozza
My friend and I were lucky enough to snag two seats at the bar last Saturday after only a 10 minute wait. Immediately, my eye went to this on the menu "marrow al forno." Aahh...roasted bone marrow, served with toasted bread, roasted garlic and flaky salt. I took my little fork and broke through the thin crisp top of the marrow and scooped out some of the fatty, gelatinous interior, much like a creme brulee. A little smeer on the toast, a piece of garlic, a pinch of salt...I was the envy of the room. My marrow-hater friend wanted some of my toast. "No", I told her, "you can only have it with bone marrow spread on top." Good thing the kitchen is more accommodating then me.
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