Maria’s second act is like Johnny Depp waiting in the wings for several decades to segue into Alice In Wonderland’s turf where Italian-American cuisine is reinvented for the cognoscenti waiting to devour red sauce. But instead, lift your napkin because nothing of consequence is going to drip on your bib.
If only it was as moderately good as the way it was years ago, the new Maria’s revived in the old Espo’s space bumps and grinds in drips and drabs. One professional food maven in town said, “Give them a chance.”
I accepted the invitation immediately to join friends at Maria’s outpost on Congress Street. The setting is far better than the terrifyingly disheveled space in its old building on Cumberland Avenue.