Nonna Tata in Fort Worth makes you want to order everything. The kitchen smells like garlic sizzling in olive oil, tomatoes breaking down into thick, sweet sauces, fresh herbs torn by hand, and bread that’s just come out of the oven, crust crackling and interior soft enough to soak up sauce like it’s meant to.
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by Judy Chamberlain
Nonna Tata is small. Make that tiny.
There are no more than six tables inside the Ft. Worth hospital district restaurant’s miniature dining room. These are surrounded are by short bar stools, the kind with nothing going on except bare wood. Tables and chairs are crowded together pretty intimately.
Too intimately for me, I decide, opting instead for a coveted table out on the patio for our party of four. While this outdoor seating may not be as appealing when the weather gets hot during the summer, the patio is a fine place to be the rest of the year. The other choice – and it’s not going to be for everyone – is to grab a barstool. Booth or table at nearby bar “The Usual” and have the food delivered. There’s a lot of that delivery stuff going on in Ft. Worth, but in this case the long distance table service doesn’t involve to-go packaging. Nonna Tata’s servers carry platters of food over to the bar, and you get exactly the same treatment that diners crowded into the little spaces over at Nonna Tata are getting. Continue reading
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