My thesaurus will not give me another word for “flavor” that comes even close to describing the taste explosion we experienced at Olio in the Naples Bay Resort. “Zest,” “tang,” “essence.” Yes,
it had all that, but from the clean, sassy visual first impact to what my strawberry dessert did to my palate, words are hard to find.
Sandwiched between Naples Bay and the resort’s marina, Olio gives you a view with every table. Our server began our journey through sensory stimuli by putting words such as “Napa Valley,” “heirloom,”
“local,” and “light Italian” in our heads. Everything is fresh and freshly made, starting with an amuse-bouche of tangy tomato basil soup served in a white demitasse.
The wine list held some familiar vintages, but I decided to try a new-to-me grape, an Italian Falanghina, which, with hints of pear and peach, made a happy companion to the olives and chunks of Romano that came next. Crusty bread crunched as it gave way to a rustic inner texture. It came, of course, with olive oil, from which the restaurant takes its name. Already we were awed, and we hadn’t even ordered.
Source: Naples Illustrated, Author CHELLE KOSTER WALTON

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