Black Ravioli


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Hillview from woodlands. Near Bukit Batok. Near Petir(??). It was actually one-tenth of my home, if second meaning almost becoming one's principle residence. The pay to not live in it cottages and personified warehouses, there situated Trattoria- Milano.




The Italys have a few trademark adopted. Olive oil and vinegar bread dip. Before you could even say Ciao. Extended porters with patio chairs. For you to do some tobacco there/there'd always be one or two lounging outside. Tidbit on Trattoria Milano, La Noce is now closed on Chu Lin Road! Trattoria Milano is the new kid on the block.



Black Ravioli in Capsicum Sauce (SGD 28.00)

Life's enthusiasts; if you know Trattoria Milano, you will also know its raving black ravioli. (Most of the time it is because it is the colour). Squid ink pasta, now flat, and skin to a dumpling filling a plate!



Capsicum sauce, it was like red white spaghetti. Cream sauce heavy with cheese flavour, not lenient on the fruit and pepper, no wonder it is a grey-area for tomato bolognese! The raviolis were shaped like handkerchiefs- a nun's, specifically when black, and the stuffing inside were like chiffon cake! So moist, and sweet and woven with (?)fibre? Yes, throngs of them of silky from real crab meat crayfish and prawn!



Risotto Beetroot (SGD 22.00)

And once in a while, there are other wild reviews because of the colour. Beet. constitution like drinking water-winter melon here, most of the risotto were like parmesan cheese. Intense phenolphthalein aside; staining your ceramic like a specimen dish, the surreality is pizza, stuffed-crust, or two-tone cheddar, lying in front of you not anywhere near cheese, outrageous outfit short-grain rice.



While I may have not seen beets before, others is not able to tolerate purple risotto. This is because of the cheese, less of Pizza Hut or Chesdale, but dairy, which most Asians can't take to the odour of the true-bleu. Now that it is purple, one recalls the presence of a chef. Depending on what is available for the day, it might be basil leaves, or almond flakes another day. Now this is what I call chef and culinary.


P.S. No. No purple foods. No eyeing on that slice at Tea Loft, or Aunt Anne's pretzel Zesty Roselle.