No combining ingredients just for the hell of it. Or lobster bisque with scallop cappuccino, a foamy seafood essence, and realize you're in practiced hands. In fact, it may be too much of a good thing and is best shared. Compared to such exploits, a grilled-portobello tea sandwich with green apple and Taleggio cheese seems boring. Move on to main courses and more wonders await.
Every plate is a stunner.
Lusty veal meatballs laced with green olives and almonds, doused with lavender veal jus, and heaped over house-made pappardelle may become eCiti's signature dish. Here it crackles, a crust lover's nirvana. Sunday Chicken is tender to the bone, salty from its lemon-fennel brine, and sublime over a bed of chard and lemon confit. Another hit is tandoori quail, bathed in buttermilk, masala, and ginger, stuffed with peaches, and mated with curried cauliflower and savory basmati rice. It is rare to find rice and cauliflower vying with quail for star billing on a plate.