It's been 15 years years since Alberto Lombardi, the man who invented Italian food in Dallas, opened a restaurant here. After his trattoria "concept" hit pay dirt, he took the show on the road, and in the past 20 years, he has opened restaurants in Atlanta, Las Vegas, Phoenix, Miami, Orlando, and Captiva Island. So the grand opening of the gorgeous new Lombardi Mare in Addison in early December was a homecoming. To make absolutely sure we were glad to see him, Alberto presented a gala to benefit Bryan's House where Dallasites could do a good deed the way we like to--by dressing up, eating, and drinking. But after eating a few times at Lombardi Mare, I think there really is just cause for celebration.
Alberto Lombardi made his fortune, starting from zero, on obvious ideas. He told me once he slept in the bus station for a few nights after he arrived in Dallas; I know he worked in several Dallas restaurants before climbing his way up in the kitchen at that Dallas conduit to culinary success, the Fairmont Hotel. His first restaurant, where he and Luciano were kissing hands years before Franco Bertolasi started smacking, hardly seems revolutionary now that Italy owns most restaurant tables, but Dallas had never eaten Italian food like Lombardi served. We were strictly a marinara town. A few pricey palaces like Mario's served "Northern Italian," meaning veal, but as far as we knew, Italy had only those two regions--red and white, south and north, hearty and elegant. Obviously, Alberto Lombardi didn't invent the Italian trattoria; he just opened the first one in Dallas, an idea nearly as brilliantly mundane as bringing McDonald's to Moscow.
The theme of his new restaurant, Lombardi Mare, is just as ingeniously simple. Italian seafood is right on the mark in terms of customer demand--take two of the hottest trends in restaurants today and combine them. How could you lose? And although we know all about regional Italian food now (yes, it turns out there are more than two regions), no one had yet come up with the simple idea of a menu featuring just seafood, Italian style. But the boot is surrounded by water on three sides--pasta and cheese are the glories of Italian food, but seafood is a staple. It's hard to see how you could miss pleasing with this concept, and Lombardi Mare doesn't.
Because Alberto Lombardi is a pro and it shows. He's had great success in the piranha-infested waters of the restaurant business, and his simple defense against the perils is excellence. At Lombardi Mare, he's hired experts wherever he needed them, and their expertise is evident. Not many restaurants open with as few missteps as this one. From the minute you walk into Lombardi Mare, you know what to expect from the experience; the place prepares you for the evening. The whole point of restaurant interior design is to match the mood to the menu, and in Dallas no one knows how to do it as well as Paul Draper, who designed Anzu and The Crescent Club, among other beautiful places. Lombardi Mare is one of his best efforts. In a lost corner location in Village on the Parkway, a space that used to be a Dalt's (you'll recognize the old-fashioned tile floor, thriftily retained by Draper), he has created an atmosphere that's pristine (an impression we require for seafood) but simultaneously warm and welcoming. The panels of frosted glass etched with abstract, anemone-like patterns, the painted school of fish against a backdrop of reverberating blue, the blue lights behind ship-like grids, are touches of cool modernity in the traditional, oyster-house ambiance, set with high booths and white-clad tables. To the rear is an open kitchen, and to the right is the bar and a long marble table with a file of tall candlesticks set into it, for singles or big groups or oyster-only eaters.
Service was just as professional, though the host was overly effusive and seemingly slightly clueless on our first visit as he bounced around the room, offering friendly inanities in the name of hospitality. But he was savvier than he seemed, following up on a lost dessert (did that first souffle fall, or did the waiter forget to turn in the order?) and, after a neglected welcome on our second visit, when we were deposited at a table and seemingly abandoned, attending to us with profuse apologies. On both visits, our waiters were knowledgeable and friendly--they had to have actually eaten the food and understood its preparation.
Not that this is hard food to comprehend--Alberto's not pushing any envelopes here. Yet the menu does feature several dishes that are simple but rare, like the appetizer of fried whitebait, a plate of whole (headless) little bait-sized fried fish (really smelts), cooked quickly and served crisp and hot with nothing more than a cheesecloth-dressed lemon. You eat them out of hand like french fries, just sliding your teeth down the backbone so the salty, barely fishy flesh slides off into your mouth. (After the first few, you skip the slide and just bite the thing through, soft little bones and all adding to the crunch of the crust.) The delight of the dish was in its immediacy; this is the way you eat fish sitting in a seaside cafe, just whatever's available, fried a minute earlier and rushed to the table still sizzling. And there's panzanella, a salad not served often enough, though it's not exactly exotic--it's a thrifty country dish of toasted stale bread, tomatoes, cucumber, basil and onions, the juice soaking into the bread so it softens slightly as you eat it. My only complaint was that these summery flavors were not at their best cold. Like most tomato salads, this one should have been served at room temperature so the full bouquet filled your face--the refrigerated chill subdued the taste. With the appetizers we ate the thin, crackling rounds of straw-gold foccacia, not the thick pizza-dough-like bread served at most places, but hot disks as thin as lahvosh, with big blistered bubbles rising under the dusting of parmesan and rosemary.
You order your oysters by the piece; there were Olympias, malpeques, and blue points available the night we were there and we asked for a taste, just three lonely oysters which were served with all the ceremony of a dozen, nesting in a wide tray of ice, with lemon, fresh horseradish, a homemade ketchup and mignonette. They were good, but they might have been waiting a minute too long for me--though it's true that unless you're sitting right there at the oyster bar, watching the shucker, you're likely to sacrifice some freshness. Order them cooked, instead, like the special appetizer of oysters Rockefeller--hardly an Italian dish--on a rock salt bed, topped with spinach and a touch of fennel in a rich sauce. Large, greenlipped mussels were served in a savory tomato wine broth, the meat loose-textured and sweet.
Of course, there's really only one style of seafood, and that's fresh. All other adjectives are beside the point. Everyone agrees that fish--Italian style or not--isn't fit to eat if it doesn't taste fresh; what they don't agree on is what that means. The truth is, of course, that frozen fish is often superior to fresh. Processing boats can now freeze fish, sometimes within three hours of being caught, with nitrogen so cell destruction is minimized and the firm texture is preserved far better than if the fish remained unfrozen. Lombardi Mare's chef, David Sangone, worked with his primary seafood vendor, Landlock, on developing his menu long before Lombardi Mare opened. Readily available things like baby octopus, salmon, and the whitebait are listed on the menu, while specials featuring more seasonally available fish and lobsters are flown in live. (Landlock is also voluntarily inspected by the Department of Commerce--they pay for inspection specie for specie, so there are no cookie-cutter shark bites standing in for scallops here.) At the back of the restaurant is a reassuring display case like a fishmonger's of fish on crushed ice--we saw an impressively huge and ugly monkfish and an enormous snapper, as well as a school of mussels and a herd of lively lobsters. The display rotates fish in and out every day to showcase items on the special and daily menus--the opening party found it populated by two skate, a yellow-eyed rockfish, octopus, and squid.
A special of bony skate, topped with an excelsior-like tower of fried leeks, was served over lobster mashed potatoes (perhaps made with the leftover lobster bisque, a thrifty kitchen measure, reminding that want of wastefulness is a mark of a well-managed kitchen. Good cooks save mushroom stems and vegetable parings, they value a raw bone.) But more obviously Italian dishes like pastas were excellent, too. Crabmeat on pasta was livened with a real shock of lemon zest. A round layering of pasta sheets with shrimp, scallops, and fish under a rosy cream tomato sauce--a fanciful version of seafood lasagna--was velvet on the tongue, its deceptively smooth lightness in the mouth actually masking a supple richness. Cioppino, the seafood stew that is an Italian specialty modified by San Francisco, was a glorious presentation of shellfish and fish over pasta topped with a bright red lobster carcass. Dessert, though there are silly things like spaghetti ice cream, also included a wonderful "Tuscan" bread pudding and the gloriously simple chocolate-hazelnut gelato, topped with cherries and swimming in un-Italian Kahlua. Obviously, though the theme at Lombardi Mare is Italian seafood, the menu aims to please; there are lots of dishes that are neither, and Alberto Lombardi picks up good ideas wherever he finds them.
Lombardi Mare, 5100 Beltline at Montfort, (972) 503-1233. Open daily 11 a.m.-11 p.m.
Cozze e Vongole Lombardi $8.50
Pesciolini Fritti $6.25
Risotto con Asparagi, Scampi, e Capasante $15.50
Lasagna di Mare $16.50
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