I have to admit, Rinata was not at all where I thought it was. Not at Lake + Hennepin as I presumed, but at 24th + Hennepin...a mere mile away. Not in the "beautiful space" I said I remembered -- what was once that beautiful space is now some cowboy bar or something. I didn't quite get the name of said bar in my horror as we drove by and I realized it was all wrong -- meanwhile, trying not to run over any pedestrians, bikers or get creamed by another car. In fact, in that moment I also realized I had never even been to Giorgio's before and have absolutely no idea if it was a rustic Italian restaurant or not.
How's that for reliable blogging? Next time, I'll try to get my facts right. Or maybe I'll settle for being just a little more accurate instead...
In my (weak) defense, I grew up in Minneapolis and so, of course, had the undeniable sense that I not only knew where we were going, but that I couldn't possibly be wrong. Until I was.
Funny how we have an idea in our head of what's right and in the face of proof to the contrary, it takes a second to reshuffle the deck and see what shows up next. Can I let go? Can I ride the wave? Can I please not kill anybody, or us, in the process? Yes...and it doesn't hurt to have an iPhone to consult, even if it is your husband's and he's enjoying your wrongness a little...too...much.
Country Mouse (him) offered that he thought perhaps City Mouse (me) has lived in the country a little too long. Hmmmmm.
Perhaps it's time to turn in my City Mouse membership card?
What doesn't kill us counts as a legitimate adventure, no? :) Especially when the adventure ends in gelato.
But I get ahead of myself...
All that nonsense aside, we still managed to arrive on time for our reservation and had an amazing experience at Rinata.
al Vento for Restaurant Week last spring, I had something similar which was to die for. This one wasn't bad, but it missed the mark compared with the one I had before. Not much flavor at all and the beans were a little too tough.
What's funny is here I thought by choosing Rinata, we had chosen a brand new restaurant to try...when in fact, it seemed familiar because it is part owned by Jonathan Hunt, who is the sole owner of al Vento! What are the odds?!
But when our food arrived, it was so very worth the wait! Terry had the spaghetti with house made meatballs and tomato sugo. I admit to not generally being a meatball fan, but these were absolutely fantastic. Tender, tasty..."like buttah"!
What do you mean it's weird to dream of gelato??
We will absolutely visit Rinata again...and al Vento, too, for that matter. It's important to have favorites!
It's a precious thing to benefit from others clearly doing exactly what they are meant to be doing in this world. Thank you, Mr. Hunt, for living your passion and sharing it so deliciously with the rest of us!//