Passini serves a special each night, and the bucatini with sweet lobster, plump mussels, and briny cockles and clams brightened with tomato sauce and whole cloves of roasted garlic lives up to its billing.
The two dessert options are just right — made by Passini, of course: an espresso-saturated, extra-creamy wild berry tiramisu that’s big enough for four, and a cannoli filled with not-too-sugary and even slightly sour ricotta and sweet-tart smears of raspberry.
If you were wise enough not to fill up on the delicious bread tucked into the bread basket, the servers will pack up what’s left in a doggie bag, and sneak in a whole loaf of whatever hasn’t been sold at the end of the night. (Passini sells his bread at the Medford farmers’ market, and to customers, for $4 to $5 apiece). One night, four of us left with two rectangles of focaccia and two loaves of rustic bread, one practically briefcase-size.
It’s that kind of place. Generous, homey, indulgent. You can feel the love Passini has for his food, driving him to work 100 hours a week to make everything just so. Oh, and did I mention that nothing on the menu is over $19? If I lived in the area, the neighbors would see me here all the time, hauling home doggie bag after doggie bag bulging with bread and ravioli, and growing happily fatter by the day.