Blitz in Toscana, a passare del tempo con due amiche.
Una di loro: “Non scendi solo tu, scende anche Frittin Pagella”.
Il che significa per lei ansia da prestazione.
Il che significa per me dissociazione.
Io sono Fritti in Pagella.
Chiedo – anzi: chiede lui, Frittin Pagella – un posto rustico ( agg. e s.m. (pl. m. –ci). Proprio della campagna sul piano dell’oggettiva pertinenza. Tipico o caratteristico dell’ambiente e della vita dei campi con quanto può implicare di schietto e genuino o anche di semplice e grezzo) , in cui si mangi cucina del posto.
I tavolacci in legno, per dire.
E lei, Elena, risponde letteralmente: andiamo al ristorante Il Granaio il quale si dota epithet country inn.
E 'Sunday lunch, we start from Pisa, a few miles and we are - in fact - in open countryside, a stone's throw from the sea, in the middle of the Mediterranean, in the midst of a Roma camp.
A Roma camp?
Here are welcoming, the building houses a gypsy colored tops, a brick went through the yellow plaster, next to some new permanent trailer, and are comfortable with the mice who play free and happy children playing near happy and free in the middle of the garbage in the middle of a landfill that reminds everyone that the word civilization next to the word man is an achievement that must be renewed every day.
How is this possible?
that Simon would have to say about the mayor , but we are not there for a journalistic investigation, we are not there for a social protest, we are there because Elena loves dressing of narrative tension, and so his every move wrong way.
But after a few miles you.
And sit.
and tidy.
women settle for a starter and a first, the men call in and give us the second.
I: meats Tuscan mixed, the pile of pasta filled with meat Pisa, fried polenta with wild boar. Then the Nutella tiramisu. And coffee. It is a kind of herbal liqueur that looks like a green tea Moroccan *** but alcohol.
portions: the opposite of what you would have dinner with those who take the two Michelin stars.
Quality: very good sausages; spectacular and unforgettable meat sauce and tortellini to the pile of Pisa (obviously deserving of professional shoe last model type dishwasher); stratospheric boar (but normal fried polenta), very good Nutella tiramisu.
Nine in the service - the waiter, one of the most friendly and efficient in the last nine years and the location - in the middle of a township once alive, now's a great site for the study of industrial (cited).
Anxiety unjustified powerful performance.
Rating: 8 / 10
*** = ( update: I am reminded that "the Moroccan Green" is a quotation. I have to admit. I do not remember if it is a quote. When it means only one thing: symbiosis)
The Barn
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Osteria Via Palazzi, 34 - Colt (PI) Tel 050 989 144
Review by Marco Giacosa
Experienced Sunday, October 17, 2010
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