Not all restaurants are guilty of tomato slaughter, including the one where I snapped the above pic. Those tomatoes, their flesh juicy, ripe and just slightly cool, had been beautifully handled. And since this is a restaurant that realizes that every terrific tomato goes even better with burrata, there's a generous blot of that, too.
True, it's only Wednesday, but so far, this is the best dish I've had all week. Can you guess the kitchen that made me moan?