The sauce was red, runny, and pungent, with bits of tomato-esque matter and oregano floating in it.
I was reading the other day in The Daily Beast about Mario Batali’s friendship with Jim Harrison and their “search for the genuine.” Harrison’s final book, A Really Big Lunch, a posthumous collection of his madman essays on food and drink, was about to be published. My mind turned to a favorite subject and my search for the genuine.
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A Seafood Lunch at Il Falco
Even before I’ve seen the place, I’m way in favor of eating at Il Falco because it’s in the Baia di Vallugola. I get to say that cool word–Vah-LOO-go-lah. Continue reading
If it’s agriturismo, it’s got to be good
Above, a local delight called cassone. The flat bread they make in the Marche and Emilia-Romagna, called piada, is folded over mixed greens or tomato and mozzarella or onion and sausage or mixed grilled vegetables, then grilled and cut. You can make a meal out of cassone. Often, however, they are served as a little appetizer with apperitvo. Shown above, an exceptionally good cassone from Il Sentiero, an agriturismo in the Marche region. Continue reading
I Malardot–local dialect for malridotto–those who are in bad shape
The drive, the ambiance, the food–all well worth it at I Malardot. Start with the food. We’ve eaten at I Malardot 4-5 times now. With confidence, you can begin with a tagliere, mixed sliced meats and cheeses. For primo piatto our current favorite is artichoke ravioli with fosse cheese. That might well qualify as a desert island food for me. I could never tire of eating it. Continue reading
In Brisighella–breathtaking views, breaktaking food
A sign along the road outside Brisighella says: “A town on a hill between Florence and Ravenna.” That makes it sound pretty lonely. There are a lot of hills between those two towns. Continue reading