The fiscal downturn only allowed us to indulge in 10 courses this year, or maybe we were waving goodbye to Berlusconi with 10 courses. Out of nowhere like the Messiah, St. Carlos of Tevez, the Easter meal kicked off with a buzz of anticipation of gastronomic porn and shattered diet regimes. Due to some sort of religious constraint the Easter meal is all seafood, and I will provide appropriate translations below...
Cozze
al vapore marinate con salsa di vino bianco, panna, aglio e prezzemolo
Mesmerizing marauding medley of mussels
Vongole servite su vellutata di zucchine
Charismatic concoction of clams
Vongole servite su vellutata di zucchine
Charismatic concoction of clams
Polpettine al salmone e merluzzo
Pucka pallet pleasing polpettine
Fainè
ai frutti di mare
Seafood chickpea bake
Tagliatelle
ai frutti di mare
Poisson permeated precocious pasta
Frittura
mista dell’Adriatico
Fracas of fried fruit de mer
Trancio di pesce spada grigliato con succo di limone, sale e pepe
Trancio di pesce spada grigliato con succo di limone, sale e pepe
The Ho Down's honourable holistic (grilled) swordfish steaks
Pesce
al forno alla Catalana
This was substituted by gamberini boiled in a cognac, vodka and parsley stock flanked by monstrous grilled scampi
Dessert
Uovo
al cioccolato di Pasqua
Ostrich-esque Easter eggs
Ostrich-esque Easter eggs
Frutta
Caffè
