We’re on our way to Poland, via Firenze and Roma. We arrived in our overnight accommodation in Ciampino at 5pm, dumped the luggage and went back to see if we could see at least a tiny bit of Rome this evening. We did! We went towards Fontana di Trevi, very much enjoyed what we saw and then, when ready to eat, we sat in one of the touristy places and had- what else- cacio e pepe. With a good bottle of wine, which was needed after Elisabetta wrote that the offer we made on The House has been accepted (!!!).

Huge portions of pasta, I had not managed all of mine, but I was also helping Izzie with her very, very tasty margherita. Somehow after nearly 5 months in Italy this was my first ever plate of cacio e pepe. Very good indeed, almost too intense with pecorino romano and lots of freshly ground pepper, but it was very much enjoyed and the moods were excellent throughout the evening. Now off to Bozenka’s for 5 days of wonderful food!

We have done it. We have sold the house, packed what was left into Tesla ( a painful experience) and drove to Italy. We’ve spent 4 days without the fridge, while waiting for our stuff to be delivered. But now it all resembles home. We’re rediscovering our favourite food places, so had to start at Piazza Anfiteatro and I must say that Grumpy now treats us like regulars and even addresses me as “cara” (!!). Grumpy’s real name is Marco, he seems to work in that restaurant 24/7 and when he happens to have a day off, this really is an event. And it turns out he does smile sometimes, he is grateful when complimented on their fantastic focaccia and has a nice, sharp sense of humour ( flipping a middle finger at one of the piazza’s regulars while taking order from customers :-).

Spaghetti alle vongole at Grumpy’s for me is one of the All Time Favourites. It is simple. They don’t bother with tomatoes or other seafood. Plus they fry the garlic to the point when it’s nearly burnt, but it’s not. The sauce is seafoody, with lots of parsley, simple and wonderful. A plate of vongole and a small cold beer is 10 out of 10. And the best thing is, we can now have it anytime, 10 minute walk from via di Poggio, where we now reside, until Casa Banks is found and purchased, hopefully sometime next year.

Epic.

I could stop here, add the photos and be done, but I can’t, as last weekend we have had the best meal of our lives. Hands down. Steve and Christina, our foodie, well travelled friends were also blown away and agreed that we will be talking about this meal for years to come.

It was Florek’s 42nd birthday on Saturday. About 3 months ago I decided that I’ll burn some of my savings and we’ll go to Dinings for a birthday treat. What I didn’t anticipate was Masaki, my former boss, would treat us like royalty, give a table for as long as we wanted and serve his most amazing food to us. We were all lost for words, it was that good.

Everything that arrived at the table was looking stunning and was served in generous amount for 4 people, we didn’t have to be slicing things and sharing pieces of sashimi and such. We started with Dinings legendary tartar chips, some with wagyu, some with tuna, some with scallops. Some wonderful sashimi, where scallop stood out for me, might have been the best scallop ever( hand dived, Cornish). Then dover sole sashimi with sooooo much truffles we started to chuckle. Amazing.

Then the mini burger buns, I don’t think they lasted on the table beyond 3 minutes, ours were extra special with grilled wagyu and foie gras mousse, but the lobster and caviar ones were not too shabby either. Outstanding.

There was grilled aubergine, there was dover sole with morelle mushrooms, my first ever taste of those, I am now a fan!

There was a beautifully presented crab dish, where Cornish crab was mixed with freshly made noodles, none of us ever had anything like that before.

Then, as I was approaching the limit of comfortable food amount, grilled wagyu with pepper sauce came to the table, followed by sushi and sushi rolls. I switched from sake to green tea at that point, it helped with digestion. 🙂

Finally, desserts arrived. A lovely, light chocolate mousse cake for Florek, a yuzu cheesecake shaped like yuzu, light and wonderful, some petit fours. An icing on the cake.

We finished with some negroni at the bar with The Chief, for which I was not allowed to pay. Speechless, 12 out 10, that’s how good it was.

Liz and Ian recommended this place to us a while ago. We finally went last Thursday, escaping the first batch of viewings in our house, today we went there again, this time for lunch, with the said Liz and Ian and the girls.

What an excellent find this place is! It sits in Gloucester docks, overlooking the water. The service is excellent, a few older Greek chaps, who know what they talk about, but also don’t take any crap from anyone. Lovely, exciting menu. Lots of seafood, lots of meat, lots of veggies. Great desserts. Even music on Thursday was pleasant, none of this awful loud shite like in Jamie Oliver’s places.

So on Thursday we went with the chap’s recommendations; Izzie had a lovely kofta with fries and salad, chargrilled, which she scoffed down in minutes. Paul went for souvlaki made with pork tenderloin- and he is not big on pork! I had lamb chops with roasted potatoes, potatoes being the only thing I did not enjoy- they were roasted with lots of lemon.

Lovely pita bread on the side too.

We had to have the baklava, which we did, very good too, not drowned in rose water, which normally puts me off.

Today for lunch we didn’t exactly hold back. We had starters, while the girls munched on their koftas and fries. Liz had calamari, Paul grilled haloumi, scallops for me and grilled octopus for Ian- I’ll be having that next time, it was fantastic, sitting on some chickpea puree thing.

Liz’s Greek salad looked the part and tasted the part, it came with our mains of lamb chops again, souvlaki again, grilled prawns/swordfish.

And then some desserts. There was semifreddo with almonds and pistachios, we all enjoyed it, some mousse thing, a touch too sweet which we have not finished and a baklava again.

We ate really well. Will certainly be going back for more.

Steve and Christina were here this weekend, after last night filled with pizza (5 pizzas, to be specific) and wine, today we drove to Marlborough, back to Rick Stein’s. What a treat that was, again. I was actually ready to order early last week, when Steve booked us a table, a sole meuniere on the main menu stood out for me and that’s what I had, but started with some lovely fresh crab. It’s been a long time since I had it that good (Dinings, perhaps?). I even enjoyed the seaweed!

Then the sole, might have been the most expensive item on the menu at £40, sole meuniere, which was taken off the bone for me, yum. Really enjoyed it, it could have done with a touch more salt I thought, as well as maybe more inspired sides- the buttered potatoes were ok, the cabbage they shouldn’t have bothered with.

But the pud was a dream. Sticky toffee pudding with vanilla ice cream, which we shared was probably the best I’ve ever had. Trying to find that very recipe online and not having much luck for the moment. Might be the next thing I bake, one way or another. Yum.

This place is a 10 out 10 for me, I have to say. It is expensive, but the service is brilliant, the food inspiring and the ambience just perfect, not overcrowded, beautifully decorated and comfortable. A real treat! 🙂

While having lunch in Lucca’s Piazza del Anfiteatro, one of our last lovely meals of this holiday, I went for a duck breast and ended up having one of best meals in a long time. This piece of duck was a little like a duck steak, if there is such a thing! The skin was nearly cremated, but the meat beautifully pink and nicely rested. It came with a pear and ginger sauce, some sad cucumber pickle- wasn’t pickled enough, didn’t really do anything and some fried leeks, tasty, but stringy and difficult to eat. I had a glass of rose to go with the dish and I absolutely loved it. More duck is needed! 🙂

And then there was pistacchio gelato. Some British ice cream makers should be shown this photo just to see, what it should look like, not a bright, radioactive green colour we can sometimes get at home. Like this;

While visiting Siena, we had a lovely lunch on Piazza del Campo. Mine was this glorious pizza that I shared with a fellow truffle lover- as seen on the picture. Pizza bianca, so no tomato sauce, but lots of mozarella, some excellent fresh mushrooms and a good smear of black truffle paste. Finished with black pepper. What could make it even better would be some fresh thyme! The Jaye’s are coming over for the last weekend of August, I think I’ll have a go at such a creation, Christina likes truffles too. And I have thyme in the garden! 🙂

Last Sunday we dropped off Izzie at Funky Warehouse for a friend’s birthday party and decided to pop out for a child free lunch. We went to Kibou, for the first time in 2 or 3 years I guess, Covid restrictions helping with it being that long.

Soft shell crab roll was delicious. Fresh, with shiso in there, crunchy and moreish. Yellowtail sushi was a hit; our homemade sushi are mostly rolls with ocasional salmon sashimi, but white fish never graces our table in raw form. I also tried a duck bao ban, but I found it on the dry side, much more sauce was needed to make it exciting.

We finished with a matcha creme brulee and £58 later headed back to Funky Warehouse. Pleasant, but not mind blowing.

Florek treated us to a lunch in Cote this afternoon. There was a regular menu and a festive menu, from which I only wanted the confit duck in orange sauce, they were kind enough to let me have it without having to order the starter and a dessert from that menu. I ended up with not only the best plate of food I’ve ever had in Cote, but possibly the best duck dish I’ve ever had. It was perfect. The duck leg was perfect in size, not too big, perfectly soft to the bone, with crackling crispy skin. It sat on thinly sliced potatoes, there was a side of wilted spinach- also perfectly seasoned. The orange pieces had just the right amount on Grand Marnier on them. And a touch of thyme too, throughout the dish. I had a glass of merlot with it and then shared a creme brulee with Florek. It was superb. I wish they had something that good not just around Christmas. Left them a flattering review.

Right after Christmas we boarded Tesla and headed for the Eurotunnel to see Moka, Ivan and Viktor in Paris after 5 years. I’m very sure we will not be waiting another 5 years to do it again, as it was the most enjoyable couple of days since, I think, Italy?….

We drank lots of wine within those 3 days, we’ve eaten very, very well. I had to visit Laduree, but I think I might skip it next time and spend 25 euro on the cheese or wine instead! It was the first time ever that I tasted a macaroon I disliked- rose flavoured one. It was like biting a bar of soap. Yuk. I have not managed to tasted the real Opera cake, but I’m sure they’ll have some next time when we’re there.

On Saturday night Moka took us to La Petite Perigourdine, where superb meat dishes were eaten. Ivan had steak, Moka liver, Florek one of the most delicious beef tartars I’ve ever tasted.

I had my beloved confit duck leg with a side that I’ve not tried before or ever heard of, Tomme d’Aligot; potato puree with cheese, brought to the table in the pan and served straight onto the plate, pouring! Very creamy, very delicious and super filling, Ivan and Viktor had to help me manage it.

For dessert we shared a creme brulee, a grand marnier soufflet, which I found eggy and heavy and some vanilla ice cream. We’ve left after 10 pm and spent a few enjoyable minutes by The Pantheon, where Izzie and Viktor ran around the Christmas trees. Lovely evening.