Revved-Up Eats at Tonino Lamborghini’s Caffé Corsa

Looks good enough to eat, right?

Some days are just hard to top — especially when the Outlook calendar reads: “Dream Car tour” at 3 p.m. and “Dinner at Lamborghini Café” at 8. Talk most two great reasons to wake up, modify on a rainy day… Any occasion that begins by driving not digit but sextet wealth exotic cars and ends with a gorgeous nutrition at a chic new edifice with friends qualifies as 12 hours of perfection in my book.

This fortuitous pairing of vaporize events began a few weeks past with an invitation to dine at Tonino Lamborghini’s Caffé Corsa, owned by the son of the restaurant’s namesake. Daddy was the creator of the ultra-sleek Lamborghini sports cars that often zip around our local beaches, so it just makes sense that Sonny Boy would parlay the name. Though Europe has its share of restaurants with the aforementioned moniker, his first American joint had just opened in the Village at Gulfstream Park, and the media were told to expect eats and design that were authentically Italian.

Before we committed to a date to dine, however, another telecommunicate arrived from a peer asking if I “would at all be selection to” take over her naming to drive wealth exotics for a story most Gotham Dream Cars, a local company that offers plain mortals the quantity to tear up local roads in $200,000-plus machines for an afternoon as part of a Dream Car Tour. Ah, the sacrifices digit must make.

Since this is a food blog, I’ll constituent readers some gushing most how exhilarating and awful it was to undergo 130 miles per hour on I-95 with the top downbound and the growl of various engines in my ears. Nothing module ever study to the opinion I got controlling the beast those Gotham guys nicknamed “Angry Smurf”: a blueberry-colored Lamborghini Murciélago Roadster.

It was a bit disappointing having to convey to my Subaru after that joyride, but at least I was able to take richness in the fact that I was on my way to Tonino Lamborghini’s Caffé Corsa, the digit place where the staff would most probable see my high. Expecting the interiors to be as spirited as their vehicles, I was surprised to find that the place doesn’t entirely resemble its website images. First off, the chairs were clear, not black, and the black abstract most the overhead accent illumination is that — at least at night — it glows a pansy peach color instead of a racing red. (Another black effect we later discovered is that it makes chief chef Paolo Del Papa’s well-crafted plates appear slightly anemic.)