Cafe Latte

On the recommendation of the kidlets who had been here with their dad, we took my father-​in-​law here for his birthday dinner. Again, I adore suburban places that do dinner (cafes, cafes everywhere but nowhere to eat in the evenings). The service was a bit shambolic but I really think the one waiter was doing his best. It’s just that kind of place, you know — Italian.
It has all the usuals and on recommendation we started with the breads which were all great but the pesto kind particularly good. And of course I then had pasta — Spinach & Ricotta Ravioli with Blue Cheese and Cream sauce. Definitely not an everyday food but it was freaking incredible.
My daughter recommends the «tomatoey long pasta with the bacon in it» but I would be surprised if there is anything on this menu that’s not amazing. I make a lot of pasta at home but I just don’t know how to get the richness and depth of flavour that these Italian places are doing. Guess I’ll just have to keep going out when it’s time for a big old diet-​bashing cheat meal.
All the wines are $ 25 a bottle and there doesn’t seem to be a list (or perhaps the waiter was just too busy to show it to us so starting reeling off options instead). Have a look at the bottles on display or let them choose one for you. The owner does all the cooking and the bickering between him and his waiter was like a sweet Italian bromance having a bad day. But really it just adds to the atmosphere — don’t expect much from the service except good intentions and sit back and stuff yourself stupid.