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"Dorothy, you’re suddenly not in Portland anymore. From the moment you walk through Via Vecchia’s ivy-strewn brick facade, this is about as glam as Maine gets—and then some. From the giant crystal chandeliers suspended above dark emerald velvet banquettes and flashes of gold accents (that is, if you even consider the ceiling as an accent) to the two bars that are often two beautiful people deep, Via Vecchia feels like you’ve entered another dimension. And a downright fun one, at that. What’s the crowd like? Who knew Mainers had some sequined Gucci hanging around in their closets? Well apparently they do, and plenty of them pull it out for dinner here. And who knew Mainers had such a hankering for newfangled Italian dishes, or a snazzy see-and-be-seen scene? They’re mostly from the Portland area, and increasingly from out of state, too, as word’s beginning to travel about this very un-Maine, Maine destination. What should we be drinking? The first thing to usher guests in at the front door is a splendid and sprawling U-shaped bar—if that isn’t a clue to how crucial cocktails are to the zeitgeist here, what is? Furthermore, the glam joint is owned by Joshua Miranda (owner of the equally cool, high-concept Blyth & Burrows bar nearby). So it’s little wonder that craft cocktails are the name of the game here. Creations subtly bow to Italian classic flavors, revamped: The house version of the dirty martini comes made with olive oil vodka and pecorino Romano. The sassier rendition of the Negroni here dances with brûléed grapefruit. And many of the cocktails take Italian liqueurs as their foundation. Meanwhile, the vino list is largely (natch) Italian, and offers a handful of sparklings, whites, eight reds, and one rosé by the glass, and a deluge of all of the above by the bottle. Beers are a bit of an afterthought, with a well-chosen but minuscule list of four local brews. Main event: the food. Give us the lowdown—especially what not to miss. Welcome to Italy (cosmopolitan, not rustic Italy) by way of Maine. There are rich-as-can-be pastas served in rustic-meets-modernist bowls—a la the fragrant campanelle, studded with local smoked mussels and shrimp, cherry tomatoes, and a piquant n’duja cream sauce. One not-to-be-missed gem: the scallops, equal parts sweet and savory over green lentils and kumquat purée, pomegranate, and sweet leeks. Even utterly un-Italian dishes like the (American classic) Statler chicken taste like an afternoon in Amalfi, redolent of citrus (meyer lemon and Mandarin balsamic) and foiled by deep-flavored maitake mushrooms. And how did the front-of-house folks treat you? Team specialists—folks like Beverage Director Mark Hibbard, Chef Mitchell Ryan, and General Manager Ashley Belanger—are refreshingly given plenty of spotlight, as well as agency to shape diners’ experiences. From the moment you sit down, that results in consistently personal service between the swiftly served courses, with multiple (but not overbearing) visits from multiple staff members. What’s the real-real on why we’re coming here? A sexy, swish spot like this is a shoe-in for dates (first through 50th anniversaries); girls’ nights out; or any time you're craving a mini-break from reality. The latter’s especially fitting if you alight to the restaurant’s cobblestoned patio on a sun-filled day, and chill beneath the chic, oversized, striped umbrellas. Slide your shades on, dig into an order of delectable fried artichokes, and for at least a moment, feel convinced that Positano’s got nothing on Portland."
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