Piatti Italian Restaurant

Went to an interesting Italian restaurant last night.  Uptown near Eglinton and Yonge.  Fixe Prix meal, $25 per today, gets you started with a trip to the appetizer bar and an order of pasta (order from the list or build your own with a pasta, sauce and about 20 ingredients). After you receive and eat your pasta, a waiter brings around a variety of risotto, pizza, lasagna and cannelloni.  And ends with dessert pizza.
Ana ordered from the pasta list, I made my own with gnocchi, tomato sauce, olives, mushrooms, capers, chicken and bocconcini cheese.  Came out okay, though the capers pushed things overboard a bit.  Would have been perfect without.  I will know better for next time.  The quality of the ingredients was good and the flavor was excellent.  Much of that would be based on being prepared fresh over gas heat, I think.
Tried the veal cannelloni and a bite of Ana’s cheese and spinach cannelloni.  Both were good, but I preferred the flavor of the veal and the texture was good.  Wasn’t interested in the pizza, as I’d had enough.  Figured to try dessert.

Ah, disaster.  As the waiter reached to give Ana a slice of the dessert pizza (pizza crust with fruit and white and dark chocolate drizzled on) another slice didn’t separate correctly and plopped in my lap.   Fortunately, I have good reflexes and caught a majority of it (all of the crust) in my left hand.  But the chocolate and fruit fell on my pants (and a bit on Ana’s skirt).  The poor waiter, obviously just in from northern Europe, didn’t know what to do.  He stammered a bit, gathered up the destroyed remnants and took off.

Had it been a professional wait staff, and not kids in college, I think I would have complained.  But it was okay and looks to be coming out of my pants with some stain spray.  Wait and see, eh?

I would go back.  And hope for better service.  Also, I got even by snapping up one of the little start/stop bringing me food cards at the table (see the scans in the image gallery) for a memento.  I told Ana it would come in handy.  I can put it on the armrest of my chair and she’ll know when to bring me sandwiches.  Yes, I’m writing, so I did escape with both arms in one piece and my head attached.