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So, here we are in Spasso Italian Tapas and Wine Bar. Spasso apparently is the Italian word for ‘fun’ which the restaurant hopes to portray with their one-of-a-kind Italian tapas, their wine library of over 170 premium wines (from Australia, Italy, Chile, Spain and Argentina) and the live acoustic bands every Friday night. More than these alluring offerings, our minds were set on the Wagyu Tartar Lardo, Truffle Pasta and Mushroom Frittata. Yes, we were that prepared! If the Spanish are accustomed to: gambas al ajillo, chorizo al vino, croquetas de jamon, calamares, tortilla de patatas (potato omelets) and hamon cerrano, then the Italians have: arancini (fried risotto balls), bruschetta, frittata, salamis, prosciutto or pancetta with melon balls, chunks of cheeses and crostinis. The Spanish prefer their tapas fried or swimming in rich gleaming olive oil, while the Italians like theirs raw, accented with cheese, cured, or laden with bread. Whatever the region, the true essence of se

See them, future husband? I'd love to have something like them :)

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