Spiga means "ear" in Italian. Did anyone know that? I knew the word "orecchio" but not the alternative. I think we do pretty well in English with just "ear". I can't even think of a slang word that would be the equivalent of "peepers" for eyes. Jeepers creepers.
Va bene. My brother, sister-in-law and I accompanied our parents to Spiga for their 39th wedding anniversary. Not bad for them. We had been on my mother's birthday about 8 months ago but I seem to have forgotten to write a review. Un peccato da vero. My Italian is rusty. Mi scusi. I think that's all close enough. If you don't know any Italian then you're probably impressed nonetheless. Sweet.
Here's another instance where I'm regretting the fact that I'm a world famous food critic and my readership vast. Spiga has had a fair number of customers during my two outings to the 1200 block of Collins Ave., but it hasn't been busy busy. I'd kind of like to keep it that way. There's not much going on for a couple of blocks around, so you can pretty easily find parking as there's a large lot next door to the hotel in which the restaurant is located. I don't feel like looking up which hotel that is. Mi dispiace. I listed the address in the title.
Service - excellent. Food - excellent. Ambiance - excellent. Prices - most reasonable. Seriously, what is there not to like about this place? They have great pastas and I highly recommend to anyone the Ravioli di Vitello ai Funghi Shitake. It's hard to translate, but that roughly means "veal ravioli with shitake mushrooms". I'm kidding. That's exactly what it means. There is an option to order them "baked with bechamel". Bechamel, as we all know, is one of the mother sauces in French cuisine. Basta cosi. Order it baked with bechamel, per favore. It taste-a veri veri good-a.
I'd like to describe some other dishes but the thought is making me hungry, so I'll go right to dessert. Remember that dessert is spelled with two esses, since you want more of it. We shared the Torta Rustica al Cioccolato and the Italian Ricotta Cheese Cake (I guess there are non-Italian ricotta cheesecakes out there. Who knew?). Both divine. Sublime. Uh, transcendent. Choose your hyperbolic adjective. Point is they were good.
By the way, great place to take a date, I think. Has to be. Maybe you'll want to nibble on one another's spige...