Il Mito

There was a shoeless person passed out in front of the bar across from our restaurant du jour.
As we parked in the adjacent lot, a small group carried the man to a car and propped him up in the back seat. I noted with relief that at least he was wearing socks.

I looked at Scott and wondered what we’d gotten ourselves into. Surely this group of party peeps wouldn’t corral us on the way over and force us to slam more tequila shots than a spring breaker. A few of those, and we’d be in the same state as Shoeless Man!

We took our chances, passing by the place as quickly as possible and made our way to the more modern looking establishment across the street.

The moment we stepped into the cozy confines of Il Mito at Walker’s Point, our coats were whisked away and we were seated immediately at a comfortable corner table, which not only provided an entertaining view of the on-going antics across the street, but also allowed us a wonderful vantage point to survey the much more serene and cushy scene within.

A large number of both families and couples lingered at tables beneath the softly lit solar-space ceiling mural. We settled in our own spot and made menu selection. Scott was set on the Linguine con Polpette, but I debated between several of the evening’s specials, and was pleased to find there was a prix fixe option available that would allow me to sample a little of each dish for $39.

(Actually, “little” was a complete misnomer; these smaller portions were still so large that I ended up taking a big part of them home! But more on that later.)

Meanwhile, a small dish of zesty tomato pesto sauce arrived, accompanied by a basket of bread. That was followed by a bowl of Frutti de Mare, a warm soup consisting of lobster, shrimp, bay scallops, and calamari simmered in spicy tomato broth.  After that, we requested the Insalate de Capresse, a Mediterranean salad made from fresh mozzarella, grilled tomatoes, portabella mushrooms, roasted red peppers, and arugula pesto. Note that neither of these was included in the prix fixe option, but they sounded too good to pass up.

After polishing off the last piece of creamy mozzarella, our server delivered Scott’s entrée, a deep bowl brimming with linguine which had been tossed with roasted garlic and a chunky tomato sauce as well as several cheese stuffed veal meatballs. My own pasta course arrived as well, a sizeable bowl filled with linguine, large shrimp, more calamari, and a light sauce.

I tried to eat sparingly, but it was so filling, I found myself feeling full after only a few bites. Our server kindly offered to wrap up what was left and whisked my bowl away, replacing it with my main course:  A large filet of pink salmon rested on a bed of risotto and spinach. I shared some of the tasty dish with Scott but still found a lot left. This also ended up going home with us.

Desert, though, didn’t stand a chance with a to-go box. The two, bite sized cannolis stuffed with whipped chocolate lasted all of thirty seconds.

We would’ve liked to have lingered after dessert, but with upcoming travel planned for Thanksgiving, we had to get home and do a few things around the house.  So off we went. Coats buttoned tight, take-home boxes tucked under our arms, we traipsed past the now-quiet bar, wondering if Shoeless Man made it home okay.

Comments

[Alba]

I love that place. Great food.

[Jeff]

I love IlMito and I have wanted to try the prix fixe menu...sounds like it would be awesome. Last time I was there I had the braised lamb shank, which was out of this world. I hear that the owner is opening a new restaurant in Tosa...or it may be open by noe.