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Posted by Roberta on 04/18/2014
This cozy restaurant with a view of the bustling Elkins park train station recently changed names from Leila’s Trattoria to Scillian Trattoria. We had been disappointed in its previous incarnation but decided to try again. The menu was limited and only modestly interesting. I chose spaghetti with fried eggplant, tomato sauce, shaved dried ricotta and mint—which promised a refreshing meal on a very chilly early spring evening. My fiancé decided on the grilled swordfish, and we started by splitting a hot vegetable salad, which turned out to be the star of the night. Served piping hot, the salad was a nice mélange of hot roasted root vegetable and green beans tossed just before serving with a crisp spring mix. It was presented with cold, nondescript, just-okay bread, but was so tasty we didn’t miss the good freshly baked bread we always hope for in Italian restaurants. Things went downhill quickly. My fiance’s fish arrived at the table flopped onto a too-large platter, with a sparse handful of lettuce dumped around it. The fish looked gray and fatty. It was. Even worse, it smelled the way only a no-longer-fresh piece of fish smells. As a side, he was given merely a salad that appeared straight from a bag of mixed greens. No potato, no pasta, no other component but fish and uninspired salad. My entry was also a disappointment, but not an inedible one. I had hoped for al dente pasta topped with crisp fried eggplant slices and sprigs of mint. Instead, the pasta was soggy, the eggplant bits were small and, if fried, it was impossible to tell as they had been tossed into the over-abundant sauce. The shaved dried ricotta was nice, and there was a hint of mint in the dish, but no visible mint to be seen. All things considered, it was passable. It was also $19.00. My fiancé sent his fish back and asked for a menu from which to re-order. Our waitress at first seemed stunned by this, then smiled and brought a menu. W heard distinct criticism of the decision coming from the door to the kitchen, in which the entire staff was clustered, glaring. The next entry out was a handmade gnocchi with a creamy mushroom sauce. “It’s like Cream of Mushroom soup with gnocchi,” my fiancé whispered. I think that says it all, although I will add that the gnocchi were excellent. To sum up: The service was good at first, then ruined by what we overheard. The food was not good, and the prices were ridiculously high.