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Happiness is an ice-cold strawberry Bellini at Bite, made with the first berries of spring, and a $20 four-course dinner from a chef who can really cook.

Bite is one of several good restaurants now offering deep discounts. The big deal is the Tuesday–Thursday night prix fixe: chef Chris Walsh offers four courses (which includes an “amuse”) for $20.08, plus happy-hour drink discounts if you get there early enough.

Samurai Jim was the very first customer to sample this year’s strawberry Bellini: champagne (maybe Prosecco — whatever, it’s dry and bubbly) with strawberry sorbet and a fresh floating strawberry. Jim had been thinking about ordering the wintertime Pear Bellini when our excellent waiter Dustin enticed him: “The strawberry sorbet just came in.” I was blissing out on Bite’s signature champagne cocktail with fragrant rose-petal syrup, one of my all-time Arabian Nights fantasy favorites, but when Jim gave me a sip of his Bellini, pink and sparkly as a princess costume, I burbled, “OMG, it tastes like…Fairyland in a glass.” During happy hour (5:00–7:00 p.m. nightly), all magic potions, including wines, beers, and champagne-reveries by the glass, cost just $4.50 each. If you sit in the bar or lounge, a menu of nine light snacks (truffled popcorn and such) runs $2–$4 per nibble.

While waiting at length for Michelle to find a parking space somewhere in the general neighborhood of Hillcrest, Jim and I ordered tapas from the regular menu to sustain us. A mustardy deviled egg, halved to serve two ($3), was topped with salmon caviar and a blobette of salsa made from banana peppers. It was perfect. A lush pair of Medjool dates ($4.50), stuffed with Gorgonzola and wrapped with bacon, supplemented the egg, completing the breakfast I’d skipped that day. “Can I get Chris Walsh as my personal breakfast chef?” I asked the air, then ordered my own strawberry Bellini. Jim’s round two of champagne with elderflower proved nearly as good as the rose-petal version.

Michelle finally struggled in, and we moved on to happy-hour wines for the serious, food part of dinner. The best of our choices by the glass was a Cono Sur Viognier from Chile — a big, plain, juicy quaff, food-friendly.

Most of the $20 prix-fixe menu is drawn from the regular array of avant-garde bits and bites, starting with a first-course “amuse,” followed by your choice of one of six appetizers, seven entrée options, and five dessert possibilities. (If you want to order individual tapas from the regular menu instead, sorry to say the two world-beaters are both gone for the recession: no more foie gras crème brûlée, nor truffled poached oysters.)

Our amuse course consisted of a slice each of subtle, satisfying French bread crostini topped with Gorgonzola, a roasted grape, and mysterious herbs and/or spices. We followed with a shared bowl of lobster bisque with vanilla bean Chantilly. Instead of heavy cream stirred into the soup, it was topped with a foam of vanilla whipped cream, providing an insouciant touch of both dairy and the sweetness you expect from a bisque. The lobster flavor is also light, offering just enough shellfish essence for satisfaction. (If it were expensive, I might cavil at the thinness — but it’s not.)

A puff-pastry caramelized-onion tart with black olives consists of airy rectangles of pastry with colloidal poufs of caramelized onion and a salad on the side. It’s far from chef André Soltner’s legendary, labor-intensive onion tart at Manhattan’s Lutèce. Given a choice, I’d go with the Lutèce rendition, but remember that Bite’s is part of a $20 meal. (Soltner’s version was probably $20 for this appetizer alone 30-some years ago.) A spinach and Belgian endive salad with Gorgonzola, pears, French walnuts, and balsamic was well choreographed: The endive, crisp and pleasantly bitter, was chopped into small pieces so as not to overwhelm the sweet young spinach leaves. The whole composition was beautifully proportional — that’s what good chefs know how to do.

Our most tentative entrée choice proved the best: Parmesan-crusted salmon with green-olive mashed potatoes and red-pepper vinaigrette. For this price, the salmon had to be Atlantic farm-raised, and tasted so. The outer edges were slightly overcooked, but the center was moist and flaky, and the fillet was coated with crisp, lightly cheesed bread crumbs. The green-olive mash? “I’m not tasting it, are you?” I said to my friends. “No,” said Michelle, “but I like it. Some nice herbs in there.” It was odd and interesting, and long, pretty carrot pieces lent a touch of sweetness.

The carrots recurred on a plate of herb-crusted pork tenderloin, cooked five minutes or five degrees too much. Its dried-fruit sherry gastrique hinted at maple syrup. If you’ve grown up with cheap pancake syrups, your palate’s been conditioned to caramelized sugar (or its precursor in the process, molasses) substituting for the precious tree-sap. Pleasing sauce, anyway.

Coming off another bad, mad, hectic day and seeking total indulgence, I chose pizza bianco (sic) with arugula, dried pears, béchamel sauce, and crispy shallots. I craved gooey and creamy, and it wasn’t. The pears’ sweetness was dominant and soon palled. On the regular menu, this pizza includes Gorgonzola, and that funky richness would balance out the fruit and offer lasting fascination. We’d have been better off ordering the lamb meatballs in spicy, smoky tomato sauce, which I remember enjoying as a tapa at an earlier visit.

My favorite dessert was the airy citrus trifle — lemon cake, blood-orange syrup, tangerines, vanilla custard, and more whipped cream than necessary, a fitting finish if you’re wondering where you dropped your other glass slipper after downing all those strawberry Bellinis. The Granny Smith apple and cranberry custard was pure comfort. A chocolate cake with vanilla gelato and caramel sauce seemed a trifle dry and overbaked despite the lavish garnishes. For caffeine, there’s no espresso, but the French-press coffee is decent, although I wish they’d lavish a half teaspoon more coffee grounds into the hopper. But, hey, it’s a $20 multicourse meal! And not your “All Go Hungry Hash House” Depression dinner (as the old song goes), “where the carrots have red hair,” but a real meal and a good meal that’s priced cheaply without tasting cheap. It ain’t Blanca or A.R. Valentien (see below), but I’d do it again anytime.

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wwwSanDiegoRealtyUpdatecom Oct. 22, 2009 @ 10:28 a.m.

Im getting hungry just reading this :) Good article Realtor ROY

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Hearts April 16, 2012 @ 1:57 p.m.

I ate at Andiamo Restaurant last night and had a 50% experience. The maitre de sat us at a table next to the window and then sat another party of 4 right next to us. We asked to be moved. The restaurant was empty; what was he thinking?

I ordered the chicken with goat cheese and it was not hot enough. It was cooked perfectly, which is a rare find with most restaurants. I didn't send it back because the microwave would have rendered it over done.

We had no dessert. The main course filled us up.

Overall I found this restaurant to be 50% because the staff needs lessons in managing people but the chef did a wonderful job.

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