Caffé Prego—Ogunquit’s original Italian caffé serving select Italian wines, beer & cocktails along with Italian entrées, authentic brick-oven pizza, paninis, garden-fresh salads, homemade gelato, Italian pastries and a full breakfast served Friday through Monday. Enjoy ocean views from our outdoor bistro and savor a frothy cappuccino under the stars. Free wi-fi and parking next door at Five-O. 44 Shore Road, Ogunquit 207.646.7734 www.caffepregoogt.com • 7 DAYS • Lunch 11:30am-5pm Dinner 5pm to close • 4 DAYS • Breakfast 8-11:30am Fri, Sat, Sun, Mon Enjoy a taste of Italy without leaving Ogunquit BRICK-OVEN PIZZA Authentic o g u n q u i t ’ s o r i g i n a l i t a l i a n o ❖ espresso ❖ cappuccino ❖ eggs benedicts ❖ quiche ❖ scones ❖ ❖ french toast ❖ waffles ❖ gelato ❖ biscotti ❖ pastries ❖ pizza ❖ panini ❖ salads ❖ wine & beer ❖ cocktails ❖ italian entrées pizza ❖ salads ❖ wine & beer ❖ cocktails ❖ pastries ❖ gelato C M Y CM MY CY CMY K CP 17-34 Portland Mag_4.75x4.875_mech_HI.pdf 1 8/17/17 10:48 AM S e p t e m b e r 2 0 1 7 8 5 Hungry EYE MEAGHAN MAURICE li rabe.” He rolls balls of dough into ropes about a half-inch thick, and lines up a par- allel row of six ropes. Picking up a straight- edge cutter, he chops the whole row into ti- ny pieces. One at a time, he gives each piece a quick roll with his thumb, and before our eyes, the “little ears” of pasta pile up. Talk about pasta hands! If there’s one thing to know about the pasta makers of Portland, it’s that they love what they do. “Five years ago, I was washing dishes for Paolo at Prides Osteria in Beverly, Massa- chusetts,” says Frank Lehman. “He taught me to make pasta there. When he moved here, I followed.” He adds, “I was already looking for a way to live in Portland.” LITTLE TUSCANY “We make our own gnocchi, ravoli, fet- tuccine, and pappardelle,” says chef/own- er of Ribollita, Kevin Quiet, pictured be- low. With its café-curtained façade and whimsically carved sign, Ribollita has been a fixture for 20 years on Middle Street near its terminus at India Street, once the edge of Portland’s Little Ita- ly [See our story “Portland’s Little Italy,” April 1990]. A concrete rooster sits in the window–“the symbol of Tuscany.” When you enter, you’re immediately attracted to the brick walls and the coziness of the small dining rooms. “T his is Old Portland,” says Qui- et. “There used to be lots of lit- tle places like this.” A vintage black-and-white photo hangs in the tiny foyer, showing the busy barbershop that oc- cupied this space in the 1950s. Today, Ri- bollita is surrounded by hipsterdom–the