I went to lunch yesterday at
a lovely eatery in Bulli called "Due Mezzi". It was organised by a very
close friend who has an exhibition of rather lovely classically composed
landscape photographs on the upper floor gallery space of the restaurant.
He invited a range of out-of-towners (apart from Annette and myself, ofcourse)
who couldn't come to the opening a month ago, so that they could part with
their hard earned cash for a pik-cha or two. (It really wasn't that mercinary,
I think...) We had a simply gorgeous lunch with enormous amounts of food
and wine and all for a fairly cheap amount. All of the dishes (bar one)
were cooked delicately and to perfection. The one dish in question was
your standard Italian style tripe in a rich tomato sauce. Now, I'll come
clean here : I enjoy eating creamy, deep fried sheep's brains; I love underdone
chargrilled liver; I can put away a plate of well cooked kidneys in no
time at all and, finally, I've been known to enjoy sweetbreads of all varieties
(although I wouldn't make a habit of it) but tripe is the one thing that
I simply can't handle. The sauce, like all of Lorenzo's dishes, was gorgeous
but as those extremely tender strips of stomach lining glided down my throat
I had quite a few problems keeing them there. At least it wasn't covered
in white sauce and onions!!!
