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Originally Posted by desertblues
Beppe, what is that? 
The way you talk about food reminds me of the Italian owner of a restaurant where we once were.
The best ever where I ate (and I have eaten in the most expensive restaurants in Paris) was in Italy; a small village called Arcidosso. We stayed a week and ate 3 times in the same restaurant.
We immediately liked each other and talked like we had met before. The best food I ever ate, anywhere. That man was absolutely poetic about cooking; it was a joy to hear him, to see him handle and prepare the food, even if our Italian was a bit sketchy.
Mario Gargano, Osteria del Corso. (This was before I turned vegetarian). He prepared us some Chianina-boeuf. Wonderful. Never dared to go back; just cherished the good memories.  |
how nice. Matias is fresh raw fillets of herrings. I probably misspell it, but I can use it the way it should. There is a stand on a bridge in Amsterdam, it might be the Queen canal, near the flowers stalls. Whenever I go to Amsterdam, where I worked for a number of years, there I go and eat them.
Arcidosso is in one of the finest places ever. Should I venture: " right at the dividing line between earth and sky, with just a little whiff of what lays in the darkness under"?
Thank you DG.
I talk like that of food because I like it. As an other dopamine generating subject that is dear to me, even more, and it is not pets, cars, guns and even stamp collections, nor gadgets, nor books ...
