Tuesday, 24 March 2009
Happy birthday Anna
A wonderful lunch on Sunday at a very posh restaurant near Asti. Nine courses, beautiful food, splendid wines, seamless service and everything rendered doubly delightful by the fact that the birthday girl picked up the tab.
All rather different from the local pizza joint we went to on Saturday evening where one glance into the kitchen would give any Hitlerish health inspector a seizure. All the cooks smoking, boozing and cracking vulgar jokes as they work and the owner/waitress nicking a glass of wine every time she came to our table.
Now, which restaurant do you think I prefer?