The 20 Best L.A. Italian Restaurants – Part 7 of 10
Article: Jonathan Gold • Photohraphs: Anne Fishbein - February 14, 2007

Radicchio Bunker
When Madeo first opened two decades ago, it was noted for a dish of wilted local dandelion greens — I always imagined the Vietina brothers, who own the place, picking them from a neglected corner of their lawn each morning. Madeo, an understated industry hangout a few blocks from Cedars-Sinai, resembles a businessmen's restaurant in one of the northern suburbs of Rome, from its shiny, vaguely disco-era decor to its bunker-like location a few steps below the street, from the food-laden display tables to the effortless grooming of its lunchtime customers. It's not a culinary destination, exactly — the famous specialty is simple roast veal, and they sell a lot of linguine with clams — but there is an air of satisfied calm about the place that comes with everybody knowing they are going to eat well: spaghetti with shavings of bottarga, dried mullet roe; the tomatoey fish stew caciucco, which is the Tuscan ancestor of California-style cioppino; and grilled langoustine fragrant enough to perfume the room with garlic. The blistery pizza is fine. And you can't miss with the gnocchi — luscious, featherweight clouds of pure potato flavor, dressed with pesto, tomato sauce with basil, or a slightly gooey Gorgonzola cream. The dandelion greens, alas, are no longer on the menu.
8897 Beverly Blvd., W. Hlywd., (310) 859-4903.

 
Raw food
 
Crudo (raw) chic: Il Grano's Italian-style sashimi sometimes comes on the half shell.

Over a Barrel
La Botte is named after a wine barrel, paneled with former wine casks, and is as thick with actual wine bottles as your niece's room may be with Bratz paraphernalia. The wine list is a serious one, the kind where you feel a little like a kid whose ball has been taken away if you lack the bank balance to play around with $156 bottles of Serpico or verticals of Amarone. Antonio Mure's cooking — hearty, wintery north Italian stuff like stuffed pheasant, tagliolini with crumbles of quail sausage, fried sweetbreads with polenta, or spaghetti tossed with lentils — seems almost engineered to bring the best out of a young Brunello or a bottle of San Leonardo, a Friuli red with the muscular presence of Sassicaia. Coda alla vaccinara, the famous Roman oxtail dish, is superb, large, pillowy hunks of tail nestling into soft, yellow puddles of polenta, gooey on gooey and rich on rich — exactly what you want with a glass of Barolo if somebody else is paying. Is Mure's cooking, which you also may have tasted at Piccolo in Venice or Wilson in Culver City, a bit severe for the sybaritic climate of Santa Monica? Perhaps. But it also may be just what we need.
620 Santa Monica Blvd., Santa Monica, (310) 576-3072.

Glub
Fish, man — raw fish — from Tokyo's Tsukiji Market and jetted right to you, careful slabs of yellowtail, tuna, fluke, sprinkled with salt and drizzled with olive oil, Italian sashimi on a pretty glass plate. Il Grano's crudo (raw), Italian sashimi, hasn't the pleasure in it that you'll find at, say, David Pasternack's Esca in midtown Manhattan — there isn't the pinpoint marination, the balance of flavors, the grind of salt matched exactly to the texture of each fish — but the sourcing is careful and the presentation is true, and when you try Sal Marino's squid ink pasta with sea urchin (also an Esca dish), the particular brininess of the uni rings clear.
11359 Santa Monica Blvd., W.L.A., (310) 477-7886.

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Source: Originally published by L. A. Weekly – ©2007 L. A. Weekly


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