articoke and shaved parm |
perfect pasta with pachetta |
gnocchi |
Andres from Milan-slope |
torrone home made and gone |
burnt wine..kind of mulled,,kind of grand |
Anna said to go... so we went to 446 Dean Street ...across from the new mammoth JZ Netsidium...love i or hate the stadium ,Va beh has an exterior windowed wall that can rise in the summer to the world of downtown bklyn and it has created an almost mythical Milan like cafe island blocks from where cousin Brucie and Alan freed held rock and roll shows with Wilson picket and Jackie Wilson... and just a few miles from Wilson ave named as such when world war one undermined Hamburg ave as a suitable name. This Va beh ' is different in a wonderful way. It is Andre's passion and drive and ingredients so fresh and pure that you will want to taste it all. Small and comfortable. Warm and enchanting. Nuts and a nutcracker like so many Bklyn living rooms and bruchetta and panchetta and burnt wine..gnocchi and no mularchy...olives and a bread with all the crack and crackle but none of the rigid tooth threat..with a soft chewy doughy greatness. This place is small not quaint and the people who welcome you do so with the generosity you know if you have been to Venice or Milan or Urbino and you luck upon a place where pleasing new friends rose to a life purpose. Location ,location, .....care and talent and food and wine and community.
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