Flanked by a coffee shop and fast-casual gyros, Liliana turns a strip mall address into an advantage. Who would suspect high-caliber fresh pasta, standout service, a polished dining room that peeks into the pasta kitchen, and a whole summer’s worth of spritz variations to open in big-box land? (No offense, Woodbury.)
But owners Peter Sebastian and chef Jason Hansen, along with executive chef Kenzie Edinger, prove the best surprises sometimes hide in plain suburban sight.
Location: 10060 City Walk Drive, #102, Woodbury, 651-493-9089, lilianamn.com.
Hours: 5 to 9 p.m. Sun.-Thu., 5 to 10 p.m. Fri.-Sat. Bar stays open an hour later. Lunch and brunch are in the works.
The food: Behind the playful takes on Italian-American staples is chef and co-owner Hansen, whose work at Estelle and Mario’s established his range across Mediterranean and Italian-American cooking. Liliana marks his third project in that lineage, with a more pasta-forward focus than its predecessors. Edinger, most recently at Saint Dinette and previously at Mucci’s, has a similar depth of pasta expertise.
Even before the starters, there are “cicchetti,” salty snacks that set the tone. Cannoli piped with chicken liver mousse and studded with pistachios is a savory little surprise ($8). Appetizers bring some vegetables into the mix, especially if you like your veggies with a cheesy potato chip crumble (see: Broccolini, $13). Then there’s the garlic bread — soft milk bread stuffed with cream cheese — which is already earning social media attention ($14).
But the pasta course is where Liliana truly flexes. Giant farfalle bowties wrapped around a filling of lobster and pork sausage in a silken cream sauce are a striking take on a seafood pasta ($27). Mafaldine, with their ribboned, curly edges, come coated in a tomato sauce turned smoky from guajillo peppers and beef meatballs ($25). Among the filling mains is a deluxe chicken Parmesan ($28). It’s massive, perfectly crisp, and paired with bucatini in pepperoni ragu — a deeply savory sauce that might be a sleeper hit.
We didn’t save room for dessert, but tiny chocolate zeppole, on the house, were all we needed for a final bite.