But for the absence of a 12th century church, one could almost be in a bedroom community of Bologna, with free street parking and a short walk passing small iconic shops......oh, I do go on!
Then on entering Dicarli, the imaginary journey is reality.....the warm greeting, the rustic brick walls and exposed timbers, and wonderful wall photos of familiar spots in Italy. And the staff is quite competent, always helpful even in unanticipated ways, yet warm and welcoming.
The wine list is a gem, with great local Oregon examples, nice American selections from beyond Oregon's boarders, and an astounding collection of Italian's from which our foursome of enophiles (read wine snobs) found two bottles of nebiolo (grape) from the Lange (in Piedmont Italy where Barolo is). Pasta here is always perfect, and the sauces excellent, and seafood recently swimming, and on each visit always new menus items. But that said, one old favorite is always there, braised ribs with plum sauce, and I gave in to it. Others had pasta and seafood. We of course tasted of each other's plates, and I must say that to me each evoked a different Italian "country side". We aren't big desert people, but what I saw pass by me to other tables looked lovely. Sometimes these essential pieces are present in a restaurant, but timing and rhythm are off, detracting from the experience. Not at Decarli, where I have always experienced a harmonious dining experience, everything flowing beautifully from aperitif to after dinner digestif. A tribute to management and staff. We were there on Monday or Tuesday and every table was full, so need I say do reserve.
Best part, home from our Italian culinary adventure by 9:30 and no jet lag.