Where's the Boot?

Vino & Basso needs to merge its split personality

Forty-nine hundred McKinney Avenue has always had an identity problem. Does it really want to be Italian? Or more accurately, will we let it be Italian if it really is? Or is this spot next to a dry cleaner really never meant to be more than a hoagie deli with valet? Near the close of the last century, this address flaunted verve and flavorful sizzle as Toscana. But it flared out.

After Toscana, the locale was revived by former state legislator Alvin Granoff as Eccolo Ristorante and Enoteca. Eccolo wanted to be Italian so badly that it scared the hell out of Dallas, terrorizing its Campisi-conditioned tastes with Italian menu headings, braised tripe, wilted rabe and a wine list assembled by Italian growing regions. Eccolo was recast into Ecco Italia, a move Granoff thought would ease the phobia with lower prices and a name that couldn't as easily be confused with deadly bacteria. It listed and sank.

Vino & Basso faces a similar challenge. It desperately wants to be Italian, what with its Versace-inspired dining nooks, its Milano-imbued crannies, its Italian sidewalk cafe patio and its Italian wine-bar posture. But it's too afraid of scaring the Campisi out of us. So V&B straddles the middle in confusion. Vino is the all-day, all-night Italian wine bar "in a hip yet inviting atmosphere," while Basso is the upscale dinner venue, presumably in an uninviting femur ambience. Let's start with the Italian wine bar. On the wine list I counted 17 California whites to 13 Italian, and 24 California reds to 14 Italian. I also counted 19 whites and 13 reds by the glass--slim pickings for a wine bar and especially one with "Italian" deployed as a modifier.

If they run out of firewood at Vino & Basso, they can always burn some of the outdated wine lists.
Peter Calvin
If they run out of firewood at Vino & Basso, they can always burn some of the outdated wine lists.

Location Info


Vino & Basso

4900 Mckinney Ave.
Dallas, TX 75205-3424

Category: Restaurant > Italian

Region: Park Cities


Four courses $45
Tomato soup $8
Caesar salad $12
Radicchio-artichoke salad $12
Seafood risotto $25
Braised beef $25
Closed Location

But then again, these numbers could be bogus, and I could be full of merda, because I was presented with four different wine lists on my junkets. No one seems to have a handle on the inventory. On a visit to Basso, I was presented with a list that had only five or so reds by the glass, the least expensive hitting $20. Worse, the pricing was all over the map. Byron Pinot Noir from California was $25 per glass while the bottle price weighed in at $75. Assuming the standard five pours per bottle, this represents a by-the-glass markup of almost 70 percent over the bottle price. That's fleecing, especially when you consider that most by-the-glass markups average between 25 to 30 percent over posted bottle prices--a gouge in its own right. (A Ruffino Modus 1998 was also listed with the same $25/$75 price ratio, but this was on a different list.)

"It's the only list we have," our server blurted when we alerted him to the skimpiness of the Basso by-the-glass roll. When we pointed out that Basso was attached to a wine bar, he turned up another, slightly better list.

Yet while wine options are scant, the Basso menu offers price choices. You can buy four courses for $45 per person, or you can pluck an appetizer or salad ($12 each), a soup ($8 each) or an entrée ($25 each) followed by dessert ($7) à la carte. Picking and choosing can be expensive, especially when you realize you're paying 12 bucks for installments like the radicchio, frisee and artichoke salad. This turned out to be a minimally dressed grassy knoll in the center of a rectangular plate with very petite artichoke slices tacking down the corners--an uninteresting graze, though there were no brown edges on the greens.

The same $12 gets you a fava bean and asparagus stalk salad with an aged balsamic glaze that is so sweet it makes the Spartan mélange of beans and tips seem like breakfast cereal. Silky crab cake was actually a bubbling spread in a little crock. It was runny instead of cakey and also slightly fishy.

The only salad that lived up to its $12 billing was the sautéed wild mushroom Caesar. Picture this: a long rectangular plate with a long fluffy sheaf of Parmesan-flaked uncut romaine ribs that looked like they were crawling with garden slugs. Placing warm, slithering mushrooms on a Caesar is weird, but ultimately delicious.

This whole place is a weird shift of phase. The parking lot was full on our visit, yet the restaurant and its concomitant wine bar were empty. Are they generating revenue via nearby valet spillover? Basso is well-populated with servers, but they move with the urgency of continental drift. Glasses of wine appear after a growing season, or not at all--understandable as the servers have to cross-reference inventory with an arsenal of wine lists.

Yet the room is simple and beautiful with acres of yellow-washed walls, modern leather-upholstered benches up front and a white fireplace with a scorched mantel near the rear of the dining room.

Entrées creep out after lengthy post-appetizer gaps: Prosciutto-wrapped scallops were painfully salty, hard and dry, as if someone were trying to make little jerky cushions out of them; oven-roasted seafood risotto in an oily port demi had the consistency of aged Elmer's Sno-Drift Paste--it broke off into brittle chunks under the slightest fork pressure; braised beef was dry and old-tasting; and rosemary-marinated buccatini, hoisting a couple of hard, chewy littleneck clams, was so greasy it was hard to keep the pasta on the fork, even if you used the seafood risotto to affix it to the tines. Basso wrapped things up with a "seasoned fruit and mascarpone crisp" that dripped and flowed instead of crunched.

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