If you name your restaurant Hopeland, you must offer an optimist affirmation and a pessimist salvation ...
and that's what Roy Marino and his charming partner Pietro Costa do here in this glowing ,leather flowing,
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| lemon and parmesan |
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| clams and muscles |
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| ROY STANDING and diner struggling over so many tempting choices |
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| cauliflower and mushroom and artichoke croquettes |
haven with kind genuine servers and food that is familiar and yet unique. Roy is a friend who called his last restaurant Broken English ,so you know he has a sense of humor, but here we learn about his sense of style. Even the tin bread bowl and the herbed olive oil and the light fixtures and the charming simplicity of the pasta dishes. The croquettes were fabulous . I will go here often and not just to say hi to Roy...but to explore the menu and in the Spring to sip Fallanghina in the garden. Ask if David can serve you and say you learned about Hopeland from Ericeats because I would like Roy to know that I am not the only one that reads this blog.
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