The Time: Last Saturday
The Place: Carbone’s on Oak Lawn
Giant, heirloom tomatoes hanging out in the shop area.
Just some chocolate and a giant cake. NBD.
Me: “I’ll take one of everything. Thanks.”
Big, beautiful breads.
The kitchen. Speaking of which, Carbone’s pedigree includes Nonna. That is Italian for “housemade fucking pasta, y’all.”
SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS. Get the Burrata. It will change your life.
Seriously. Custardy, drizzled with oil, it’s sex on bread.
Baby beet salad. No dressing needed. I’d beat a baby for it. No, I wouldn’t. Jeez.
The special: Raviolo Ranchero. Like a ménage a trois with a hot Italian and a sexy Mexican.
Spinach lasagna. Simple but perfect. Oh, and that’s a half potion pictured above. So size is certainly not an issue at Carbone’s.
And finally, we traded the traditional post-coital* cigarette for two pair of homemade cannoli. Simple, with cinnamon as the fresh filling’s only partner.
CarBONE’s | 4208 Oaklawn Ave. Dallas, TX 75219 | 214 522 4208 | carbonesdallas.com
*No one actually had sex at Carbone’s** during the making of this post.