Experiment. We type inn Bra on Google, we take one using intuition in the blink of an eye, the blink, and there we go. Fact: this is the Locanda del condadino poet.
Dicono Bra, in realtà è ben fuori Bra, lungo l'infinita via don Orione. Ti avicini e vedi farsi più nitida un'insegna verticale blu al neon, da carrozzeria: Ristorante , dice. Non era una locanda bucolica (almeno, questo si era pensato complice il blink )? Arriviamo. Si affaccia proprio sullo stradone, la locanda. Ahi. Uno striscione campeggia all'entrata, di fronte al cassonetto per i rifiuti. Menu turistico (con accento acuto sulla "u") . Ahi ahi. Ormai è scritto in tutti i vangeli, i breviari e i bignami del mangiar bene: quando leggi "menu turistico" devi scappare (A bit 'as when she sees pictures of the dishes: legs shoulder). But it is an experiment, then you go.
The inn, or restaurant that is a yellow house overlooking the constant coming and going of cars. There are five tables covered. Giulia a particularly bizarre note: the chairs are arranged side of our table, not with legs underneath. First impression: smell of fried food, a lot (to air scarves and jackets for a whole day, I can say ex post). Environment a bit 'arranged, style pizzeria: the fridge for the drinks in full view in the room, tablecloths and dishes from the table. The peasant poetry, frankly, you can see the track.
The menu is varied, not particularly territorial. Let's try an appetizer, the ' salad of celery, and bacon tuma (very, very ordinary, the bacon slices over the whole seems an intruder). Initially, the tajarin salasiccia Bra and mushrooms (which come in a flash). No big deal. Then the sirloin with roasted potatoes, and here is just the imponderable. The potatoes are raw . Not just cooked: some are still quite raw, so much so that it is hard to pierce with a fork. Can not eat them. Another second, pork with saffron and sesame seeds . This, too, with baked potatoes, but not good - at least - cooked. The meat is sweet and slightly savory. L ' assiette of cheeses: a marriage reaches the rest of Italy-Piedmont cugnà with a home-made (very sweet) and, at first, a choice of products that is more reminiscent of the cheese counter of a supermarket that what of a specialty boutique. The sweet, at least on paper, is a crème caramel. There comes a budinetto with hints of caramel, almost tasteless, but for a quid lemon.
Prices: 6-7 € appetizers, as well as on the first 10 the second (many have chosen, judging by the smells, the fried fish). Fish was also offered us fresh, but that seemed ill-suited to the site.
Served very fast, we drink a Pio Cesare Nebbiolo 2005 (a 19 €) and after just over an hour we are off to see cars speeding to and from Bra. Imagine a place like this can survive by exploiting truckers passing through or some of the staff works on the highway overlooking the lunch break. Who knows.
Sometimes our role is inconvenient, especially when the host is also nice. But sympathy can not eat, unfortunately.
Rating: 4 / 10
Locanda del poeta contadino
Via don Orione 250
12042 Bra (CN)
Tel. (+39) 0172 49 1001
sperimentato il 24 ottobre 2010
recensione di Federico Ferrero