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  • Taverna Wood Fire Kitchen Cape Coral Restaurant - News Press Jean Le Boeuf Review

Jean Le Boeuf | News Press | Featured Article & 4 STARS Review

At Taverna Wood Fire Kitchen in Cape Coral, a band of little-known restaurateurs are turning out dishes that are as creative as they are delicious.

Taverna Wood Fire octopus

(Photo: Special to The News-Press)

The server lifted a glass dome from a wood plate inlaid with marble, unleashing an avalanche of sweet smoke that spread across the table in puffy tendrils.

He revealed a stack of grilled octopus and roasted fingerling potatoes draped with sprigs of microgreens and pink slivers of pickled onions.

All I could think was: I’m not dressed for this.

As my fork sank into the buttery tentacles, my khaki pants and flip flops suddenly felt inadequate. As I swiped at the accompanying blueberry compote, still marveling at the stunning perfection of this octopus, I couldn’t help but wish I’d picked a nicer T-shirt for the occasion.

But I had no clue.

Taverna Wood Fire Kitchen has managed to fly under my radar since it opened June 30 in the former Seven Oaks space on Miramar Street in south Cape Coral.

Taverna comes from some of the same forces behind Dante’s Coal Fired Pizza on the north side of the Cape, with former Dante’s chef Jerson Prado in the kitchen and former Dante’s manager Kyle Turner performing those smoky magic tricks in the dining room.

Dante’s, it seems, was holding these guys back.

This isn’t just a good restaurant, Taverna is an excellent one — mind-blowing at times, in the most delicious ways.

It’s excellent for its mozzarella fritta, plump spheres of cream-filled burrata dredged in breadcrumbs and fried to a greaseless crunch. And for a Caesar salad served as grilled romaine halves spattered in salty dressing and thick flakes of Parmesan cheese.

It’s mind-blowing for its crispy gnocchi with clams, a dish that starts with square, scratch-made dumplings the size of large postage stamps. The gnocchi are first baked, then nestled among giant top-neck clams whose arching shells glisten under the bar’s Edison-bulb lighting. Teeny tiny nasturtium flowers dot the plate, adding a pop of color and a verdant but subtle bitterness. Equally delicate ciopollini onions are in there, too; a background pop of sweetness.

The clams are sweetly briny, the gnocchi chewy and tender. A white-wine-butter sauce marries things happily, until the union’s disrupted by the greedy tines of your fork.

Taverna’s menu says its pastas are “made fresh daily” and I believe it. I could taste it in the tangly squiggles of spaghetti buried beneath pillowy-soft meatballs in a spicy red sauce. And I could taste it in a nest of fettuccine ribbons cloaked in Alfredo flecked with crosscut asparagus and more flaky Parmesan.

Taverna makes pizzas, too, the thin-crust kind that blister and crisp in this oven’s blazing heat. They’re excellent covered in salty prosciutto, kalamata olives and arugula. Or with bits of scallops, shrimp, clams and mussels in a spicy blush sauce.

I was less thrilled with an order of pesto-laced polenta that tasted like it had been sitting around all day; heavy, pasty and thick. Taverna’s calamari, while tender enough, seemed like a pawn, an afterthought thrown in to appease the I-don’t-eat-octopus types.

Flip flops are fine for calamari. But not for the lobster-fennel risotto topped with seared scallops and dollops of inky caviar. And not for a wood-roasted snapper to be flaked apart atop a bed of broccoli rabe and more softly roasted fingerlings.

But just when you start feeling self-conscious, you remember the kind and gracious bartender who welcomed you so warmly the moment you walked in. And the simple, succinct wine list, and the silverware wrapped in paper napkins and set in a bucket at the end of each table — clearly khaki-appropriate.

Taverna’s prices are more T-shirt than tuxedo, as well. That ever-so impressive octopus costs all of $11.79. The mind-blowing gnocchi are $15.79, the caviar-topped scallops $21.29.

The bartender sold me on something called the chocolate meltdown for dessert one evening, a tender chocolate cake filled with berry jam, then heaped with ice cream and finished with sweet dots of coulis.

There was no smoke, no domes — just the kind of sweet magic that makes you not give a flip, or a flip flop.

Jean Le Boeuf is the pseudonym used by a local food lover who dines at restaurants anonymously and without warning, with meals paid for by The News-Press. Follow the critic at facebook.com/jeanleboeufswfl or @JeanLeBoeuf on Twitter and Instagram 

Taverna Wood Fire Kitchen

1227 Miramar St., Cape Coral

•Food: ★★★½

•Atmosphere: ★★★☆

•Service: ★★★☆

•Price: $$-$$$$

•Call: 257-1825

•Hours: 4-9 p.m. Tuesday to Thursday, Sunday; 4-10 p.m. Friday and Saturday

•Noise level: Moderate

•Etc.: Beer and wine only, kids menu, takeout available, outdoor seating on a trellis-shaded patio

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★★★★ – Excellent

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Taverna Wood Fire Kitchen