Why Tiramesu Won't Go Away

New York Times staff writer Georgia Dullea is sick of South Beach, and she isn't alone. Her sardonic take on the hip and the hop of Miami's pet project, encapsulated in her March 21 article "Why Won't South Beach Go Away?" isn't the first critical Times article I've read. After a few years of bestowing unconditional adoration, favorable comparisons to New York's most interesting neighborhoods, and affectionate nicknames, it seems some reporters have ceased to be complimentary. Always searching for a new angle, they have jumped on a bandwagon heading back to the Northeast. Rather than repeatedly lauding the rise of South Beach as the most popular resort sands in the world, these writers want to be the first to predict its erosion.

The point, however, is not whether Dullea or other detractors believe that South Beach will be a decades-long success. In every likelihood, South Beach will go away -- someday. For now it's enough that the mere mention of the place, like a remark about Madonna, elicits response (the kind, many hope, that brings visitors with money). You can criticize it all you want. The only emotion South Beach need fear is boredom.

South Beach restaurateurs may tell you something similar. Restaurants and cafes in this area are often not intended as long-term investments. Atmosphere -- the evocation of a mood -- often comes more highly rated than cuisine, and business rarely endures beyond a year. Like a high-risk stock, immediate return is the goal of these restaurants.

Location Info



721 Lincoln Road
Miami Beach, FL 33139

Category: Restaurant > Italian

Region: South Beach

An exception to this come-and-go rule is Tiramesu at the corner of Fifth and Ocean. This place for pasta joins veterans The Strand, News Cafe, and Mezzanotte as one of the pioneers on the South Beach voyage.

Due to its position at the end of restaurant row, Tiramesu has escaped much of the hype, and consequently has missed opportunities for business. Strollers frequently stop and turn around at Sixth, not intrigued by what appears to be empty outdoor cafes and little action on the next block. Competition is also keen. Carbohydrate-seekers on a pasta pilgrimage may dine at i Paparazzi, Mad Max, Barocco, or Caffe Milano, all Italian trattorias of sound reputation and attention-drawing crowds, before ever reaching Tiramesu.

Yet since its inception in August 1988, Tiramesu has maintained a steady business. Manager Graziano Spraggio attributes this moderate if not awe-inspiring success (though five years on Ocean Drive is an accomplishment in itself) to returning European business. Visitors, he believes, appreciate the authenticity of made-on-the-premises pastas and sauces, such as traditional lasagna, fettuccine alla bolognese, and linguine fra' diavola, jumbo shrimp in a spicy tomato sauce.

A recently revised menu features the best-selling pasta dishes culled from past menus. The only nonpasta plates are the salads, appetizers, and the carpaccios, one of beef and another of salmon. Similarly, the wine list has been revamped, and a full liquor license is due within the month. A full bar, added to the existing square footage, will be installed by summer.

The red-and-black minimalist decor isn't quite comfortable (the seats on the lawn-style chairs angle backward), but this isn't meant to be a homestyle place. Still, it has the odd comforting touch. Main dishes, with the exception of the gnocchi, are delivered to a nearby wait-station in casserole-style pots. The customer's plate is then served from these dishes. The advantage to this style of service is the opportunity to begin with a small serving and then follow with an encore presentation. A disadvantage is the necessity of waiting on the waiter, who may or may not be available when you want seconds. Another drawback is that the chafing dishes aren't kept warm, though the pasta, of course, would cool at least as rapidly at your place setting.

What really chafed was the service: Our particular waiter was rude and argumentative, and refused to ask on our behalf how a certain dish was prepared (he was convinced he was right, despite our doubts). But the open kitchen was an invitation for us to check directly with the chef, who cheerfully complied. Our waiter was indeed incorrect, and unapologetic.

He was equally stubborn about the two bottles of wine I ordered, a Bardolino and Ruffino's Orvieto Classico, both of them decent selections for the price. He insisted on showing the bottles to the men at the table despite my directive: "She who orders the wine, tastes the wine." After my husband repeated my request to try the wine, he grudgingly allowed me first taste of only one of the bottles. To be perverse, we demanded that the other woman in our party taste the second bottle. He then proceeded to fill everyone's glass but mine, and quit the table until our appetizers were served. For a restaurant that wants to emphasize good service, this was not an auspicious beginning.

The arrival of our salads, however, indicated that a more welcome tide was rising. The insalata tricolore, a generous, snappy mixture of arugola, radicchio, Belgian endive, and hearts of palm, was served with vinegar and olive oil on the side in glass cruets. We also enjoyed the mozzarella alla caprese, thick coins of cheese and beefy tomatoes sprinkled with basil.

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