Aren’t those Frank Zappa’s kids?
By Dan Perlman
We moved on to a couple of pastas - Moonshine and Tumbleweed (aren’t those Frank Zappa’s kids?). The first was a dead on perfect dish of fusilli (corkscrew) pasta in that old favorite, “a la vodka” sauce. Except at Maremma, the vodka is replaced by bourbon, which adds a whole new dimension of flavor to the dish. Absolutely delicious! The Tumbleweed fared a bit worse. I wasn’t clear what the cowboy connection was, but essentially it was “Tuscan spiced” pork ragu over spinach fettucini. The pasta was limp as could be, the Tuscan spice mixture was dominated by enough allspice to clear sinuses at 10 paces.