Rhode Island Monthly March 2020 | Page 98

EXPERIENCE CAV Monday - Wednesday Bistro Menu Tuesday Half Priced Bottles of Wine Wednesday Live Jazz & Martini Specials Saturday and Sunday Brunch 14 Imperial Place • Providence, RI 401.751.9164 cavrestaurant.com Think Spring! • Dine in or Take-out • Open daily at 11:00 AM • Party platters and buffet menu available • Karaoke Thursdays 401-334-3200 Lincoln Mall Plaza asiagrille.com 84    RHODE ISLAND MONTHLY l MARCH 2020 The chocolate margarita with pistachio layer cake; the interior of the restaurant is both industrial and rustic. grilled pizza, it’s easy to be derivative but this papyrus-thin version is particularly noteworthy. The kitchen does stick to a handful of traditional ingredients for appetizers — ribbons of prosciutto, stewed white beans, oil-poached tuna — though the American bar crowd does chant softly in the background as a plate of parmesan-dusted potato chips parades out with a sidecar of aioli. (“Mine,” says a hovering man on what is clearly his last date.) And while other restaurants might throw a communal table into the mix to force camaraderie, this one does so despite most people dining in duos. Sure, the rib-eye or roast chicken for two help conjure a collective spirit but, when one person orders the entire roast chicken, swearing to bring home the leftovers, passersby offer cheerleader- decibel encouragement as if they have wandered into an episode of “Man vs. Food.” As the wooden slab of lemon- scented chicken whittles down to just a wing, bystanders offer a thumbs-up in support of the unlikely feat. Tables may appear independent, but the ’Cino crowd works in relative unison and unequivocal zeal. The kitchen responds to this goodwill with a hefty portion of familiarity in pasta and potatoes. Bolognese and cacio y pepe make an appearance as do Chianti-braised short ribs on a mountain of mashed potatoes. It’s all feel-good food, including the unexpected presence of sandwiches on the dinner menu. The informal approach suits the space as piadine, gift-wrapped in wax paper, share a plate with sharp lemon-laced greens — casual but not without care. Chicken Milanese is served on grilled flatbread with white beans and chicories and, suddenly, a sandwich seems pretty special. No doubt Bar ’Cino’s most appealing characteristic is its “Cheers” mentality: Everyone knows everyone or they will by the time the meal ends. Servers offer their favorite dishes to indecisive customers and most are willing to forge common ground. Not surprisingly, the space most closely resembles a bar, intimate in all the right ways and full of opportunities for hushed conversations. But the longer people sit, the more it feels like some- thing different. Most people are drinking but the alcoholic merriment is eclipsed by the sense that you just wandered into a general store in a town your family’s lived in for four generations. Even the desserts come out in wholesome form: a square of tiramisu full of housemade ladyfingers and drenched so deeply in coffee that you could eat it for breakfast. A small dome of Nutella-rich chocolate cake calls itself a souffle but it’s more of a dense, barely cooked brownie or a lava cake that escaped the 1990s for more fertile ground. But the most admirable sweet is a slice of pistachio-ricotta layer cake that bears a distant resemblance to the Italian flag and which, topped with coarsely chopped pistachios, is everything we have come to love about Italian cuisine. It’s both pristine and rustic, accustomed and extravagant in its just-sweet layers. We may never tire of heading out to a restaurant that feels other-worldly and that transports us entirely. But Bar ’Cino makes it clear that coming home is always the best stop on any journey. 