Dining amongst the hipsters is always risky. In Los Angeles, sometimes it's unavoidable. Friends have favorite places - for one reason or another - and when you aren't careful they can steer an evening into a place where you might not normally alight for dinner.
Little Dom's is one of those places. The food looked interesting enough, and it certainly smelled interesting enough. It's a small room, though, and it was packed. Hipsters tend to make a lot of noise when they eat, and the rabble was loud enough to prevent me from hearing my table partners - and sometimes myself - speak. The hipster quotient - tabulated by a quick look around to see how many pork pie hats are in the place - was about four. Back in Texas we used to call this the cowboy quotient - the number of cowboy hats visible as you walk through the door. Cowboys, as I recall, are even louder than hipsters.
Enough with the hipsters! We were at Little Dom's because Marge has adopted finding a wine called Fata Morgana as her personal quest. She had the Calabrian white wine quite a while back at this establishment, and has had no luck in finding a bottle elsewhere to purchase. So she suggested we return to the scene of the wine and, wouldn't you know it, it's off the list. She settled for a Birra Moretti.
We ordered salad and pizza done very thin with a crispy crust. I enjoyed a very nice Lambrusco by Lini, in Italy's Emilia region. I love pairing Lambrusco with simple, rustic food.
Its color is a beautiful, deep red, with just a trace of effervescence showing around the rim.
It's hard for me to get at the nose of a wine when it's chilled, and the slightly refrigerated temperature of the Lini in its narrow flute was enough to keep me from smelling too much. Also complicating the whiff was the fully packed restaurant and all the wonderful smells coming from every other table.
The wine feels good on the palate, cool and slightly frizzante in style, with a little tickle of bubbles on the tongue. It tastes like strawberry and cherry mixed together, but not in too sweet a fashion. The finish is actually rather dry.
Little Dom's is one of those places. The food looked interesting enough, and it certainly smelled interesting enough. It's a small room, though, and it was packed. Hipsters tend to make a lot of noise when they eat, and the rabble was loud enough to prevent me from hearing my table partners - and sometimes myself - speak. The hipster quotient - tabulated by a quick look around to see how many pork pie hats are in the place - was about four. Back in Texas we used to call this the cowboy quotient - the number of cowboy hats visible as you walk through the door. Cowboys, as I recall, are even louder than hipsters.
Enough with the hipsters! We were at Little Dom's because Marge has adopted finding a wine called Fata Morgana as her personal quest. She had the Calabrian white wine quite a while back at this establishment, and has had no luck in finding a bottle elsewhere to purchase. So she suggested we return to the scene of the wine and, wouldn't you know it, it's off the list. She settled for a Birra Moretti.
We ordered salad and pizza done very thin with a crispy crust. I enjoyed a very nice Lambrusco by Lini, in Italy's Emilia region. I love pairing Lambrusco with simple, rustic food.
Its color is a beautiful, deep red, with just a trace of effervescence showing around the rim.
It's hard for me to get at the nose of a wine when it's chilled, and the slightly refrigerated temperature of the Lini in its narrow flute was enough to keep me from smelling too much. Also complicating the whiff was the fully packed restaurant and all the wonderful smells coming from every other table.
The wine feels good on the palate, cool and slightly frizzante in style, with a little tickle of bubbles on the tongue. It tastes like strawberry and cherry mixed together, but not in too sweet a fashion. The finish is actually rather dry.
