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?
9 comments:
You want to watch out in pizza joints. I went into one in Provence with a mutual pal of Ron and I, only to leave five minutes later when we saw the 'cook' throw his dog-end into the oven and I found a dog turd under my seat.
Book me in a Pizzaria. I like my food dangerous. I well remember sharing a curry with Ron at The Royal on Highfield St. Leicester back in the 10th Century. A fight broke out, the kitchen staff emerged with knives and a large chair whistled through the air. As we had finished the main course we quietly slipped out unseen. My one and only 'runner'
Pizza? Just cheese-on-toast for food-tarts. What you need is some proper Steak Pie.
Oh God...that risotto looks fab!
Both have their place.
tell us more about the bird with the pearls.......
Those pork scratchings look nice.
What bird? What pearls? Hope you're not being a rude boy Diplo.
Ron, thanks for the b-day wishes. Us March babies are the best, aren't we?
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