What's your happy place? Today my happy place happened when the hubby and I left behind the hot mess from dinner in the kitchen, scooped up the kids and led them upstairs in our nightly "bathtime parade." We herded them into the bath and let them splash and blow bubbles at each other while giggling hysterically. It was, in a phrase, pure heaven. I feel incredibly lucky in those moments to have such a great family.
Of course, like all good things, bathtime ends, and as soon as we bundle our littles up in fluffy towels, it's kind of like we all just realized that the eye of the hurricane has passed. The kids usually bolt from the bathroom like greased lightning, and the hubby and I spend the next 15 minutes scurrying around like pinballs in a bonus round. One minute I'm grabbing one child by the ankles to keep her from falling off a bed she's managed to climb up on by herself. At the same time, the hubby is scooping gobs of lotion off the floor by the handful that the Gravy Baby has insisted on dispensing himself. There's not one second of peace as we try to dry, lotion and dress two kids who apparently bathe in the waters of the fountain of youth. By the end of this little ritual the hubby and I are soaking wet, our faces are shiny from sweat and streaks of lotion and feel like we've run sixty miles in thirty seconds.
Sorry, I digress. Today's post is about Indaco, a fairly new Italian joint that's been our family's happy place since it opened at the end of last year. We took our extended family there just after the holidays and quickly discovered that its warm, intimate interior and variety of offerings made for the perfect place to please all ages.
For one thing, the Gravy Baby, as I've mentioned before, has a fairly unusual palate for a kid his age. As everyone rattled off out loud some of the dishes they'd like to try, the Gravy Baby immediately heard that there was octopus on the menu, and -- well -- the rest is history. I have adorned said photo of grilled octopus in gold to illustrate the significant excitement that GRILLED OCTOPUS brought to our table.
Gravy Too immediately took to the squid ink risotto. Perhaps I should just let the photo illustrate exactly how much.
Two other must-try dishes on the menu are any of their amazing pastas, all of which are made fresh daily by hand, and the burrata cheese, which is also made in-house. If you've never had burrata, which is basically fresh mozzarella with a rich, soft cream inside -- well, I'm sad for you. Go get some.
On our kitchen tour a few months ago we happened to stop in when the kitchen was preparing for service later that evening. I won't lie: watching pasta getting rolled out, sheet after sheet, was downright sexy.
Would I say that Indaco is the best Italian place in town? I think there are some other good contenders for that title. I think I'd rather just say that Indaco is a good place for you to go to your happy place. For us, it's certainly been one of those places.
Although I also wouldn't say that it tops bathtime around here.
Indaco | 526 King Street | Charleston, SC