136 Farnsworth Avenue
Bordentown, Burlington County, New Jersey
By The Artful Diner
Special to nj.com
April 9, 2007
The site at 136 Farnsworth Avenue in historic Bordentown has been home
to a number of restaurants over the years. In most recent memory, Conrad's
majored in excellent progressive American fare, while Conti's Little Flower
served up Italian cuisine in prodigious proportions. The current resident, Toscano Ristorante,
which made its debut in April 2006, pretty much follows in Conti's train,
offering up bountiful portions of lusty Italian fare.
The establishment's attractive interior -- cozy diminutive bar at the
entrance and bi-level dining area punctuated by soft, subdued lighting, faux
candles, and crisp white napery -- has always beckoned warmly. The cuisine,
however, is somewhat problematic.
The menu reads well, arresting the eye with a number of apparently appealing
choices; but proper execution is sometimes lacking. And, as is often the case,
the shortcomings are infinitely more endemic to the main courses than they are
And my veal Sorrentino ($21.95) -- medallions
topped with grilled eggplant, prosciutto, roasted red
peppers, mozzarella cheese, and portobello Marsala sauce -- is a case in point. The three veal
medallions are huge, obviously processed, and exhibit a strange consistency, a
cross between softened Styrofoam and wet cardboard. The Marsala
sauce is rather insipid, and the overall presentation is famine for the eye as
well as the palate.
In a somewhat similar vein, the tilapia and crab ($23.95) is quite good; but
the two constituents are drowned beneath a rather viscous pinot grigio sauce awash with tomato and asparagus. The entire
affair is surrounded by an armada of cold, undercooked broccoli florets.
Of the entrées sampled, the chicken Francese
($16.95) is clearly a standout. Once again, the portion size is exceedingly
large, but the chicken itself is moist and tender, and the sherry-lemon sauce a
very good match. The accompanying mound of red bliss mashed potatoes is also
quite good. Once again, however, several undercooked broccoli florets add a
Among the pastas, the linguine puttanesca ($15.95)
-- replete with sautéed olives, mushrooms, capers, basil, plum tomatoes, and
white wine sauce -- is incredibly salty, even without the benefit of anchovies.
And the sauce itself appears to be suffering from a tad too much thickener.
Appetizers do demonstrate a bit more finesse than the entrées, though not a
great deal. The best of the lot, in my opinion, is a nightly special of stuffed
onion rings ($8.95). Yes, I know it sounds like a bizarre concoction, but the
presentation was the hit of the evening. Crisp onion rings were arranged in the
shape of a tower and filled with peppery fresh baby arugula,
chopped tomatoes, and prosciutto and splashed with a
thoroughly enticing sherry vinaigrette. The Italian egg rolls ($8.95), on the
other hand, were not nearly so successful. The stuffing of sausage, broccoli rabe, and provolone was rather bland, and the dressing that
anointed the bed-of-beans bruschetta tasted decidedly
But if you really want to cast your fate -- and weight -- to the winds,
consider the special appetizer for two ($14.95). Comprised of asparagus rollatine (spears rolled and baked with prosciutto, mozzarella, and seasoned breadcrumbs), eggplant
rollatine (breaded and rolled with ricotta
cheese topped with tomato-basil sauce), fried mozzarella, and mushroom caps
stuffed with sausage, all the constituents arrive swimming in an incredibly
rich, artery-clogging tomato-cheese sauce. A caloric and cholesterol nightmare
-- but deliciously addictive.
The house salad (included with the entrée) -- romaine lettuce, chunks of
anemic tomato, cucumber, red onion, and balsamic vinaigrette -- is strictly
generic... although crumbles of blue cheese ($2.00) spruce up matters
Among the desserts, most made in-house, the apple cobbler ($5.95) isn't bad
but ice cold at the center. If you really have a sweet tooth, however, I'd cast
my lot with the very good ricotta cheesecake ($6.95) and wash it down with a
jolt of potent espresso ($3.00).
My real bone of contention, though, centers around the service. For
starters, I'm not particularly fond of the bartender. She isn't exactly curt,
but not terribly friendly either... and she seems to spend most of her time
shooting the breeze with the regulars. On one occasion, she took an inordinate
amount of time getting around to us; on another, she was completely absent from
the bar for a full ten minutes, while we and another customer cooled our heels
waiting for her reappearance.
The server on our first visit was a young woman who was both personable and
professional. She was right on the money the entire evening. The circumstances
surrounding our second sojourn, however, could only be described as bizarre.
Our waiter was an older gentleman -- as opposed to other service and bus people
who appeared to be in their early twenties -- who put his hand on me on two
separate occasions. While explaining the daily specials, he placed his hand on
my back and actually began a gentle massage. Sometime later, when he stopped by
to ask how we were enjoying our appetizers, he placed his hand on my arm and
let it remain there for the entirety of the conversation.
Jeff Weinstein, former restaurant critic of The Village Voice, in his
book Learning to Eat, summarized the situation perfectly: "I knew
when I set out to talk about this that I would risk sounding like a snob, that
I would, in fact, have to convince you that being touched by a waiter was
indeed a crime. Take my word for it: it is. Your mother or father may kiss your
brow when serving giblets at Thanksgiving, your lover may nuzzle the back of
your neck as he or she takes away your plate, but a waiter cannot even so much
as place a finger on your person while you are at the restaurant's table. By
the way, you, a customer, can't touch a waiter, either."
I will give our server the benefit of a doubt. His intentions were
undoubtedly well-meaning, but his actions were totally inappropriate. My wife
and I were placed in a completely embarrassing, awkward, and untenable
position. In a sense, the restaurant's management, which failed to properly
educate its personnel, is as much to blame as our bumbling, without-a-clue
The moral of the story: "Never fondle a food critic."
Hours: Lunch: Mon - Fri, 11:30 a.m. - 2:30 p.m.; Dinner: Mon - Thurs,
5:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m.; Fri & Sat, 5:00 p.m. - 11:00 p.m.; CLOSED SUNDAY
Credit Cards: All major
Reservations: Recommended on weekends
Parking: Street parking and municipal lots
Handicapped Accessible: Yes
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