Spasso : For the love of Italian Tapas!

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 serving tapas is to encourage conversations among people because with small plates, the diners won’t feel obliged to focus on the meal set before them. another plus is that one can get a taste of various dishes in the menu without necessarily having to break the bank :D
Complimentary Bread and Olive Oil Dip
Mushroom Frittata
Don’t be fooled by the picture, the frittata was not that massive. Yet, it was undeniably a plateful of happiness. I wouldn’t mind having this for breakfast every morning with a wicked siding of crispy bacon! :D
 Wagyu Beef Tartar Lardo
It isn't heavy or greasy as one may imagine. Perfectly devoured atop luscious wagyu tartare and you get a mouthful of exquisiteness. The king of all beef at its cold and raw form is just as pristine when it is cooked.
 Tagliatelle with Salsa Tartufo
 Crispy Roasted Rosemary Pork
Just by looking at the picture, you know the dish is just like your typical bagnet, but paired with creamy parmesan mashed potatoes instead of rice. It was wonderfully crispy and the taste of the herbs permeated well but it didn’t leave much of an impression on me. A sufficient layer of fat lay on the tender meat. I enjoyed the taste, but I didn’t enjoy the price. hahha :D

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