Please tell me you remember the Seinfeld episode "Yada Yada". It's the only thing that comes to mind when I think of my experience at Tocco, the new up and coming restaurant on Milwaukee. Shown in the picture...me and a gal pal, which is part of another "Yada Yada" story that night...kicked off the night with my favorite starter cocktail...the ever mouth watering Dirty Martini. Enter...problem #1...it was not cold, it was not really dirty, and the olives were...teeeenny tinnny, not the eyeball size stuffed with blue cheese, that I would have expected. But you can't judge a place by it's drink...or can you?The large moon like lighting was bright and the fuchsia walls were vibrating as the place buzzed with groups of friends, colleagues, and what not. The outside patio seating blended with the main dining room which I thought was refreshing and original...like it was all one room. There were a few glass walls with empty picture frames just hanging in thin air. It made you stop and go "hmmmm".
The menu was created with ingredients that were brought straight from Italy. Many of the dishes were from the childhood home of the Chef. Curious about this authentic Italian feel we started with antipasto rustico with meats, cheeses and vegetables. Known for the pizzas, it was a no brainer so we ordered the casereccia, which was a white pizza with mozzarella, Gorgonzola, tomatoes and mushrooms. Still hungry...we moved on to the pappardelle alla genovese, homemade pasta sauteed with a veal ragu.
Yada yada yada....I mentioned the pizza. The pizza was delicious - cracker like crust, buttery cheese that wrapped around the fresh mushrooms and tomatoes with a fresh, Italian taste...delizioso.
There are some nights...you just roll with it.
In this photo: Renee Porter and Gia Claire
Tocco is located at 1266 North Milwaukee Ave. 773.687.8895
Please tell me you remember the Seinfeld episode "Yada Yada". It's the only thing that comes to mind when I think of my experience at Tocco, the new up and coming restaurant on Milwaukee. Shown in the picture...me and a gal pal, which is part of another "Yada Yada" story that night...kicked off the night with my favorite starter cocktail...the ever mouth watering Dirty Martini. Enter...problem #1...it was not cold, it was not really dirty, and the olives were...teeeenny tinnny, not the eyeball size stuffed with blue cheese, that I would have expected. But you can't judge a place by it's drink...or can you?