My old friend Calogero met me at Philly’s 30th st station and drove about ten minutes to a resto called Rigoletto on Wood St. No idea where it is except that it’s in the shadow of an expressway in a newly gentrified industrial area. Couldn’t find it on google either.
Rigoletto, a charming airy place, is BYOB. Scanning the gloomy sky, Calogero had tucked a red under his arm. The menu was trad Italian, lotsa pasta. But I’m on a low carb diet. What are the specials? The server, who may have been the owner, said “Branzino and Dover Sole.”
“Dover Sole?” I was amazed. “real Dover Sole?” He was a bit miffed “Of course.”
The Sole arrived grilled and then the server whisked it away deboned it and returned the fish perfectly reassembled. I haven’t seen that done since I had lunch at Bofinger in Paris a while ago.
It was sensational. Price too was sensational: a mere $24.
