Okay, I know I baited you with that title. You expected me to tell you about one of the houses Casanova lived in in Venice. Alas, I am not in Venice at the moment, so Carmel in California will have to do.
This restaurant is named Casanova for no particular reason that I can see. It does serve mostly Italian fare, and it’s a rather romantic setting, but that’s about it. But if you were a Casanovist, could you resist eating here, just, you know, because?
We ordered the cheese plate–a bit pricey for three cheeses, a few nuts, and crackers, though the kumquat was a nice bitter touch. We were on a bitter streak and ordered the endive salad and then a mushroom ravioli to bring the flavor back to earth.