What’s in a name?
Cars often like to have animals names that are powerful or graceful in nature like Jaguar or Falcon. It’s also not uncommon for a restaurant to be named after an animal of specialty like ‘Mad Cow’ or ‘Red Rooster’. When I stumbled upon a restaurant named ‘Uccello’ located in the Ivy frat-house of Sydney, I so happened to carry my 1,200 page Oxford Dictionary in my wallet and realised it was an Italian word! Luckily, I also had my pocket Italian dictionary strapped on my phone with a rubber band and found out a shocking discovery; casting aside why I lug an entire library of books on a Friday night, the most interesting thing is that Uccello means two things in Italian: Bird and Penis!
The confusion continues as you enter the open space overlooking all the douche bags in the Pool Club. For an Italian joint, there’s not a Mario Brother or pizza dough in sight! Worried I’d be served an ‘Uccello’ of any sort, I found salvation in divine handmade pastas that are not to be missed. Their rendition of a Carbonara was easily the best I’ve had. The food here is deceptively simple, focusing on quality produce and technique with no heavy saucing to hide behind. Dessert is not a strong point, and as with all things in the Ivy, you don’t come here looking for great value either.
But I can see myself returning here for a lazy-long lunch, slurping a bowl of pasta and checking out the ‘Uccello’s’ prancing around the pool club. I think I’ve worked it out – PN.