Bresca
"I don't know why she doesn't have a man friend. She's a very attractive woman."
Overhearing conversations at Bresca, 111 Middle Street, is inevitable.
"I don't know why she doesn't have a mammogram. She's a very attractive woman."
Overhearing them accurately may be another matter altogether. The point: It's a small and intimate space - a neighborhood restaurant across Franklin Art from the more neighborly side of Middle Street. It has dim lights, candles, birch logs, smooth jazz and smooth masculine wood tables. Ascot-wearing symphonygoers sit back-to-back with a drone checking the location of Catalonia on his glowing Blackberry. So, go on the business account. Go for the expensive European food(not that you couldn't find that at Fore Street, Cinque Terra, Cafe Uffa! or [fill in the blank]).
But with a slawlike brussel sprout salad with pecorino and walnut, Bresca may have some firsts. Delicate house-made chestnut and pumpkin agnolotti with chicken liver sauce. A beet salad with fried ricotta, hazelnut, and small diced cubes of beet, arranged perfectly. Only they don't brandish the intense balance of flavors that Rob Evans, her closest neighbor, has crafted at Hugo's. Other pasta course "firsts" - strozzapreti and kerchiefs - werefresh and filling ($8 to $18, sized from app to entree to family).
The $18+ seconds, ranging from pork chop and steak to whole fish, pale in comparison. Not to mention desserts, like dry, cakey deconstructed tiramisu, which try a too hard to be at once edgy and authentic.
Krista Kern, an intense ponytailed woman, who occasionally appears behind a row of wine bottles - bottles that hang over your dinner when seated, er smushed, at the "bar" - seems to run this place solo. Her waitstaff tripped. Over chairs, over questions and over the use of a cheese grater.
While the place may bumble at times, Kern manages to fill the 20-seat restaurant - even on winter weekdays - with consistently-cooked, well-executed meals. If only the intimate conversations in this petite place revolved solely around her vision, which is at once personal and precise.
Also, Bresca now serves lunch.
Overhearing conversations at Bresca, 111 Middle Street, is inevitable.
"I don't know why she doesn't have a mammogram. She's a very attractive woman."
Overhearing them accurately may be another matter altogether. The point: It's a small and intimate space - a neighborhood restaurant across Franklin Art from the more neighborly side of Middle Street. It has dim lights, candles, birch logs, smooth jazz and smooth masculine wood tables. Ascot-wearing symphonygoers sit back-to-back with a drone checking the location of Catalonia on his glowing Blackberry. So, go on the business account. Go for the expensive European food
But with a slawlike brussel sprout salad with pecorino and walnut, Bresca may have some firsts. Delicate house-made chestnut and pumpkin agnolotti with chicken liver sauce. A beet salad with fried ricotta, hazelnut, and small diced cubes of beet, arranged perfectly. Only they don't brandish the intense balance of flavors that Rob Evans, her closest neighbor, has crafted at Hugo's. Other pasta course "firsts" - strozzapreti and kerchiefs - were
The $18+ seconds, ranging from pork chop and steak to whole fish, pale in comparison. Not to mention desserts, like dry, cakey deconstructed tiramisu, which try a too hard to be at once edgy and authentic.
Krista Kern, an intense ponytailed woman, who occasionally appears behind a row of wine bottles - bottles that hang over your dinner when seated, er smushed, at the "bar" - seems to run this place solo. Her waitstaff tripped. Over chairs, over questions and over the use of a cheese grater.
While the place may bumble at times, Kern manages to fill the 20-seat restaurant - even on winter weekdays - with consistently-cooked, well-executed meals. If only the intimate conversations in this petite place revolved solely around her vision, which is at once personal and precise.
Labels: Beet, Bresca, Cinque Terre, Fore Street, Hugo's, Reviews




4 Comments:
Dear ejohnson,
I am saddened by you experience with us at bresca. From your menu references for the main dishes, which changed over two weeks ago, I can only speculate that you dined with us within the first month that we have been open. I have smoothed out the service and have since made menu changes that are the normal evolution of a brand new restaurant. ie...some work and some don't!.....I would like to openly address your numerous references to us as being 'expensive'.....the pastas are ordered as entrees and are on the menu as entrees and all fall well below $20? As for the main dishes...these are priced as low as I can possibly go and still maintain a decent food cost ratio! I have tried to gear a menu that allows diners to pick and choose from multiple selections and price points so there is no pressure to order the standard app/ main....you can build courses as you go as well.......this restaurant may be very very small and the 'bar' seating is not ideal but we cook with heart everyday and hope that people will enjoy what we have to offer. I hope that you will dine with us again and hopefully you will find that the food really is enough of a reason to return. Kind regards, Krista Kern / Chef-Owner bresca
I don't write this blog. Really I do not.
I finally had a meal at Bresca and must say it was wonderful. Sampled both the lamb chops and the fish (red snapper that day, served on a mint/fava puree) and both were very tasty and just about perfectly prepared. I'm not really a dessert person but the chocolate beignets sent me over the top.
As for the review posted here: not really as negative as some have suggested but maybe a bit overcritical, particularly given that the restaurant had just opened. Nevertheless I enjoy this blog--might not have gone to Bresca if I hadn't read about it here.
Can I tell you how pleasant the wait staff was at Bresca? I had a Friday night reservation for 9 p.m. I called at 8:45 to push it to 9:15. Called again at 9:15 to say I'd be there by 9:20 (I'd hate me by now). When two of the four people in our party arrived at 9:20, we were treated to complimentary drinks for "being so courteous and calling." Excuse me?
Now for the food:
Shaved brussel sprouts, stuffed dates, fresh ricotta with chestnut honey and yes, the dreamy dreamy agnolliti in chicken liver sauce.
The Space:
Why did the table at the smallest restaurant in Portland feel more private than those five times the size?
All in all, what a great addition to the Portland food scene.
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