Fresh, wet, milky buratta, shipped straight from Italy, topped with little jewels of caviar and a generous drizzle of quality olive oil. Simply enjoyed with the massive range of luscious tomatoes they've got, every bite was sheer bliss. This was the sexiest thing I spied (among many others I promise) at Basilico's Basilissimo for Her, ladies' night buffet. This, alone, made the $98 spent worth every buck — and that's not even considering their remaining fantabulous cheese spread, cured meats, and free-flow (yep bring on em bubblies) Prosecco.