Family Fare and Hidden Gems at Cavatore

Cavatore: An unassuming neighborhood joint that manages a few surprises.

Go behind the scenes of Cavatore by checking out our slideshow.

I'll admit it; the tortellini con panna took me by surprise. I'd ordered it as a lark, a sore thumb on an appetizer menu full of the usual red-sauce favorites, all suspicious stalwarts on a Sysco order list. I wasn't expecting to find it the best thing on the menu. A dozen or so wrinkled buttons of pasta, lightly napped in a sauce far more elegant than the menu's "creamy Alfredo" promise/warning, I knew from the minute they hit the table that I'd made the right choice.

When it comes to filled pasta, there's a lot to be said for judging a book by its cover. Too-thick pasta will look it, a stiff and formidable shell enclosing its contents like an injection-molded model you might expect to find in a child's play-set. When its slip of pasta is handled delicately, it forms to the pocked terrain of its filling like a second skin, showing you that it will be supple and yielding under your teeth. These were just so, a pleasantly silky and slightly eggy skin of pasta holding a loose and finely milled filling of minced veal. Subtle and slightly milky, it was a deft and delightful dish that deserves far more prominent menu placement.

The tortellini is delicious, while the Caesar salad is made at your table.
Leonel Nerio
The tortellini is delicious, while the Caesar salad is made at your table.

Location Info


Cavatore Italian Restaurant

2120 Ella Blvd.
Houston, TX 77008

Category: Restaurant > Italian

Region: Heights


Hours: 11 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. and 5:30 to 10 p.m. Monday-Friday, 5:30 to 10 p.m. Saturday.

Bocconcino di formaggio: $9
Tortellini con panna: $10
Calamari fritti: $11
Insalata di cesare (for two): $16
Lasagna al forno: $15
Manicotti freschi: $16
Ravioli con carne: $17
Snapper della casa: $25
Bistecca alla fiorentina: $23
Melanzane alla parmigiana: $19
Pollo alla parmigiana: $19
Saltimbocca alla romana: $24
Desserts: $7

Slideshow: Behind the Scenes at Cavatore

Of course, it's possible that there are more such hidden gems among the 40-something offerings scattered across five pages and ten categories, but you'll have to suss them out.

Cavatore has had a long run near the corner of Ella and T.C. Jester. The building — a disassembled and site-rebuilt barn from the Texas hill country — tacks on 100 years of history, making for a place that feels like it's always been a part of the neighborhood. An open and airy expanse of worn wood and kitsch that has been home-away-from-home to families seeking a bit of Italian comfort since 1984, Cavatore is very much a neighborhood institution. It's the kind of place you went to with your parents, celebrating a school play or some other minor milestone. It's the place you take your kids because it's the place your parents took you. You might even bump into your parents; they still eat at Cavatore. For better or for worse, I don't really think they're coming for the food.

The lasagna, its too-tough mantle of processed mozzarella cheese pinning down sheets of slightly overcooked pasta and a somewhat muddled and mushy filling of beef and red sauce, tasted as it did in my memory from the last time I'd had it, probably five years ago. I'd wager it tasted pretty much the same back in 1984. It was serviceable then, and now, though your nonna wouldn't call it hers.

She might, however, claim the manicotti freschi. Tender sheets of pasta wrapped around a filling of mild ricotta cheese, bathed in a simple and bright tomato sauce, it was a surprisingly light and lithe take on what could so easily have been stodgy. Still, it might improve with a bit less. Less ricotta inside; a shallower bath of sauce out; and a lighter touch with that too-thick, too-resilient drapery of mozzarella that shows up again and again.

The same can be said of the two alla parmigiana options. Both chicken and eggplant arrive breaded and fried, swaddled in sauce and weighed down with cheese. The chicken might have been crispy once, but by the time it reached me, the sauce had taken its toll. The cutlets were juicy, tender, and properly seasoned under that wilting crust, though I really missed the textural interplay I crave in chicken parm.

The same can be said of the eggplant version, which was the worse for wear. The kitchen should learn to salt and drain the slices before they're dredged; it's a relatively simple step that works wonders for the nightshade's texture. Without it, you'll get what I got, which was a soggy mess. I ate the chicken despite its flaws but couldn't bring myself to finish the eggplant.

Of course, the kids at the table had a different take on their meals. They gorged on the fried cheese and fried calamari appetizers, though one of them had a minor breakdown when she realized the tentacle-looking bits she'd been crunching on were, indeed, tentacles. How she'd mistaken them, I'm not entirely certain. Nor am I certain what they found so appealing, except to say that they are kids, and the food was fried and crunchy and well salted. I found the bocconcino di formaggio stodgy, the cheese not properly melted and the perfectly compacted form a troubling but expected indication of a denominazione di origine controllata somewhere near the freezer. The calamari fared better, and the marinara in which we dipped them, the same simple sauce that graces many of the dishes, played its part well.

I did not love my daughter's choice of ravioli con carne, finding it about the same as the lasagna, though I certainly wouldn't call the thick, rounded discs of pasta overcooked. Nor did I care for my order of saltimbocca alla romana, a dish recommended by our waiter. Dry medallions topped slices of prosciutto and a pile of perfectly good sautéed spinach, the whole thing overly salted and missing the sage required of the dish. I thought I detected a hint of rosemary. Sauces tend to be separated here, leaving unfortunate and discordant pools of this and that clamoring for attention. It's not a joyful noise.

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If anyone has the recipe for their table side Caesar salad, I would be grateful for it.

I really enjoyed eating this salad when I lived in the Heights. Too far away now to get the recipe myself. Can anyone help me locate their recipe? Thank you.


When I lived in Houston back in the 1980's and we dined at Cavatores there was another high end restaurant across the street.  I cannot remember the name of it.  I think it had a French name. 

Mai Pham
Mai Pham topcommenter

Nice review, Nick! I really enjoyed it.


Just dined in at Cavatores had Petti Pollo and aspargus. Awesome!!!! Nothing but the best. Margaritas to die for. love that Fredrico. What a nice guy. 


Nice review. I love their Caesar, and the other stuff I've had is best described as acceptable. 

Kylejack topcommenter

But why did they get rid of their horrifically bad website? It was a national icon.


" I found the bocconcino di formaggio stodgy, the cheese not properly melted and the perfectly compacted form a troubling but expected indication of a denominazione di origine controllata somewhere near the freezer."

I lol'd. But let me say that those fried cheese, and most of the food served from this dump is from the freezer.. Garantita! 

I honestly believe  that for the dollar this is the worst restaurant in the city. Its awful Sysco-grade slop and wildly overpriced. But the author is right, my dad does like the place. In fact my wife and I had sworn it off but he wanted to go for his birthday. So the three of us go, and everything was exactly as before. Awful pasta. Inedible appetizers. Really good Cesar salad  that costs way too much, and a dreary, wretched, almost tomb-like atmosphere complete with a thick fingered pianist playing show tunes and awful renditions of pop.

The service is always decent, but really that and the Cesar are the only 2 semi-bright points at this uncharming relic. Someone put them out to pasture.


Hmmmm, maybe I'll give this place another try. I had a few underwhelming experiences there than the last time was so bad I swore I wouldn't go back.

gossamersixteen topcommenter

I'm not sure why the phrase "pricks of capers" just made me laugh out loud...

MadMac topcommenter

Somebody was an English major, trust.


@laurainhouston Thanks, I had forgotten about them.  However, my better half says the original restaurant in that location had a French name.  It was VERY expensive.  I remember it, but do not remember the name.  I guess when I come home for Thanksgiving I will need to go the library downtown and look in the Houston City Directory for the 1980's and find the name.  The directory lists people and businesses.  I use old one a lot in my genealogy research to find where relatives lived.  The ones for Houston go back to the late 1800's.  Thanks a million for the reply.



@MadMac That's kind of presumptive. Also, incorrect. 

MadMac topcommenter

Apologies, Mr. Hall. I wouldn't argue with you. I've read your review and you certainly know presumptive.