Last night we attended a celebratory dinner in the private room at Che Fico;. Huge exterior sign points to a door that leads down a cement utility corridor to unmarked elevator and set of stairs at the end. Step out into hip and vibrant room, deafening track and diner chatter. Lead to private room (with noise relieving door).
This place is rightly super hot at the moment. Great staff attitude, perfect service. Cocktails immediately recommended, excellent wines.
We were able to sample the highlights of their menu. Chopped grilled duck liver; chopped salad (a real winner with the men); winter salad; a fabulous lamb pasta; a red sauced pasta (I missed tasting this one. At this point the platters were coming out faster than I was eating.); an awful sounding biut delicious "pineapple" pizza; margherita pizza; roast chicken with polenta; roast Jerusalem artichokes; roast potatoes; grilled house bread. House caramel ice cream; house made birthday cake.
A nice Italian white wine and fabulous southern Italian red. I missed snagging a shot ot the label.
The service was superb with the possible problem of dishes coming out off the kitchen too frequently for a large chatty table. I thought the food was excellent; husband didn't love it as much altho we agreed on the superb pastas.
The place, bar and dining room, packed when we arrived at 6pm and lines at the door at 10pm when we left. They must be doing something right. Do I have to add that the crowd is about 90% under 30?