Tavolo

During our first summer here in Gothenburg, I caught a glimpse through Tavolo’s heavy brown doors and got impressed when I saw a massive stone horse inside an airy brasserie. Listed in White Guide as Italian with a distinct touch of New York, it took eighteen or so months for the right opportunity to come along but tonight, while the kids were hanging out at the opera, Anna and I finally got to have dinner at Tavolo. Arriving just as the restaurant opened at 5 pm, the large room quickly filled up and soon we were surrounded by families and dating couples.

Ordering arancini and some polpette al forno with a glass of Maso di Mezzo Müller-Thurgau from Alto Adige (or Südtirol as it is known among the Habsburg-crowd), the food and the wine were phenomenal and so were the desserts. Further down the menu, both the mains and the pizzas looked good but for tonight, two starters felt just perfect as we had a late lunch after running 16 kilometres around Delsjön together earlier in the day.