dinner last night at porta porta, and i feel like i consumed about a bottle-and-a-half of top-end olive oil. not that this is a bad thing. the antipasti -- zucchinis, eggplant, sweet red peppers and olives -- came drowning in it, with warm bread snuggling in a basket on the side. following that, chicken consomme, petite portions of cheese tortellini in pesto sauce and spaghetti pomodoro with squid, rosemary chicken with a solitary roast potato on the side, and lightly-fried calamari sitting happily in some sort of vinaigrette. dessert was the world's skinniest slice of apple pie, and an (unfortunately) indifferent tiramisu (the only disappointing thing about the meal). all for the very reasonable price of $39++, and certainly no worse than the better-known italian establishments in the country.