Fresh pulled mozzarella.
I am in love. Seriously.
I take my cheese pretty seriously, and we eat fresh mozzarella (or at least I thought it was fresh) pretty regularly in the summer.
On Friday, a client invited me to the Music Circus to see Cats (I know, I know), and we went to a wonderful restaurant in Sacramento, Mulvaneys. It used to be a great cafe, called New Helvetia, in an old firehouse. I would go there for coffee and scones and lust for a studio on the top floor. It’s been transformed into a casual/ fancy/ thoughtful/ local/ delicious restaurant with…fresh pulled mozzarella.
Made just for you me, right before it’s delivered to your my table. Warm, soft…melt in your mouth. Served with heirloom tomatoes, almost as good as Steve’s. Fresh basil, balsamic reduction. But the cheese….I could have taken the entire ball of it and eaten it at once. I could have ordered it four times in one night. But I behaved, and forced myself to take ladylike bites. It was…..incredible.
The rest of the meal was wonderful, and I had another great meal on Saturday night. We went to Point Reyes with our friends Will and Kate, took a short hike, and then ate at Osteria Stellina. We brought one of our anniversary wines, the Syrah from Quixote Winery, and that may have been the star (the oatmeal cookie/ginger ice cream sandwich was also pretty fabulous). On Sunday we took Alex to Burgers and Brews for a “summer is over, school is starting” dinner, with our friends, the Delmendos. I may have had the best turkey burger ever, along with awesome garlic fries and Blue Moon beer.
But the fresh pulled mozzarella?