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An evening


Here I come to you!
You may have noticed that the last notes he had written the Sbaffina, because I was unwell and I did not want to read or write, it happens to everyone, I think, when you are ill. But it is all over and are back on track to tell you a seratina of those ...
is wrong with me 'his wife to dinner at Paparazzi, the arcades of Via Roma. We arrived in front of him and I came a premonition. Normally a one ever reads the menu because, as Wolf said, if you go an see. This time has run has run a bed and had the courage to go down the stairs! A series of trivia
dining s'inanellavano one after the other and said "This is me 'a pension if the beano." So what, you say. Then you go to Guido, 20 feet away.
ever entered a sitting room in my house that I want a phone and a chair, but here we crammed 40 people and passes. Us to age and beyond, we are a bit 'heavy and we felt a little sacrifice, however, the lean (by force, or else a go between the chairs) appointed us to accommodate a table pitch, that is where must pass all and say all the local customers: those who are to leave those they have to go to the bathroom, those who must enter, those who have to pay ... a torment!
ordering a noodle sauce dwarf, an appetizer of the house (of course!), A rabbit in the pot, a tripe all'aretina. The wine you drink, when possible, to Arezzo and I must say that they have had enough (lodevole!), but keep it on the shelves and take flight to climb on chairs tables (less than commendable!).
Off the teeth from the noodle was inedible because the sauce was salty! Not tasty ... salty. The appetizer of Sbaffina that was good, the sauce made of toasted bread with too much meat in your opinion but I say take a while to Arezzo use 'of ground coffee. All'aretina tripe, I've already said, is made with meat sauce and not as we do in Florence (oh my God, I have revealed my birthplace!), but this is not the point. It was hot in that way that I was forced to leave in the pot. Alo ... Calabria is (I think) so fans of spicy, but the chili in Tuscany s'adopra little bit. The rabbit (as good as a rabbit can be good today) was well done, but it was the pan fried in Arezzo because it means death then roast as, I repeat, was good and well done, it was not what was expected .
Finally, the wine I am made to bring a little 'cheese: a work of art! Too bad that we are still there: one mica have done them! Meanwhile, between pushing, kicking the chairs and "excuse me" and "permission", we got to dessert: a little crunchy parfait unna that matter who did so are all the same!
We are the only ones left in that room tutt'a'ntratto staff sits down and begins to eat without the slightest regard for us poor vecchiucci sitting in the closet. I asked for the bill while the owner had just put in the mouth the first bite (tiè!). Euros, that's incredible, 105! With the discount, perhaps due to the beatings received during the dinner that went out, 95. I left a tip that a child's room, in my opinion, live with the nightmare that if the fat licenzino!
When I was young and I stopped in Arezzo at work was a trattoriola in this place where the workers ate, and worked on it was a small hotel where the ladies ... Or you know how it was better before! At the next
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Poldo

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salt and Piave? Whispers ...


How many times will happen to each of you to move from a single street without realizing the changes that occur gradually ... well, it happens to me often, and also to my husband to tell the truth ... will age, you say, and you may not have a point. However, many times, like when we go for a walk downtown, I do not know, for example course, it happens that we dwell in front of a window and say, "But how long have this one open?", And maybe addition phrases like, or there was no guy here or there was no foo, boh, you see that are retired or sold out ... and go leaving memories of when we had young and he stopped by this or that who knows what happened to now.
short, all this talk to say for sure if you will understand, passing the other day with the car in Via Piave in search of a parking lot (which, among other things, is never found) at some point feel Poldo say "Wait, wait!" I stop and say "Excuse me, but here is the driveway, not you can make!", "No, I said the other side! Look, you have to open a new restaurant ... and indeed, looking good, I see a sign with white written Piave Restaurant, with a lot of words in Seafood specialties.
As a must we doubt there will be open as I had never heard of, and in any event we propose to see for yourself how you eat. The fact is that a few nights ago we decide to go, we go out and do two steps talking and asking those who may have had the idea of \u200b\u200bopening a restaurant in one fish in an area so little 'sea' of Arezzo ... Well, it will be 'urban fish' I think to myself, and in light of the meal, I know that all the wrongs I had!
Once in place, we enter the room and we see just in a marine style in all respects, with those colors quell'arredamento the walls and classic restaurants on the sea ... But there is a but ... You know what it is that hits you when you enter a restaurant with a fish? Of course he did you this: it is the scent of the sea, the delicious smell of freshly cooked, while that strikes us that there is absolutely no smell, so much so that we look a bit 'horrified and threw the an okay, so now we've come ...
to welcome us there is a brave young man who seems to wander in those two small rooms like a fish out of water, just to stay on the subject, a cop doing a little 'awkward between our table and one of only two other customers. The mystery was soon revealed, however, because the boy in question tells us now is not the job, but to lend at that time to lend a hand to her sister in the kitchen ... Well, family run, say, to break the ice, in short, not really, we are responding ... agree, I probably should not ask more than to eat and think ... 'Do not treat yourself and go see them but ...'
Given that the waiter can not advise on anything, hard-working sister who comes to discover, again that night, the place of the chef ... ah, and hath been chosen the right day to go! How to go to the stadium and see panchinari play well, then sometimes it's even better, because even if you do not have the class and experience holders, certainly takes more grit and give the best of themselves to show off who knows when a recapitalization 'kind of opportunity. In fact, the lady puts his commitment to advise us what to take and we are affected by so much zeal and not wanting to hurt his pride to assistant chef, we let ourselves be persuaded to take the first two, paccheri noodles with squid and the sea bass, and two seconds, slices of sea bream and sea bass crusted eggplant. You will be surprised to hear that this time I listened to my husband and I got the starter ... Well, so far I have not been lucky crabs ... and then I confess that the lady of his drive was not hiding at all to convince me that there was little between the starters, not to say nothing cool! Among
a chat and the other two come to the table steaming plate of pasta ... and even there the usual question: but where is the scent? Not to be picky, but has run mica ordered a glass of water! In fact, the taste is no less because it is virtually absent in both cases ... Trusting in the second
snacking appreciating something, if nothing else, the al dente pasta. And here we see effettevamente realize that perhaps we who are mistaken, because we create expectations which are then promptly disappointed in the sense ... I cut for bass I was expecting a nice carpaccio and instead I get a plate with searing fish fillets cooked in the microwave or perhaps, hopefully, steamed sole type that I know so much about is getting sick because when children have a fever, while Poldo for bream in the crust was expecting a nice fish wrapped with thin slices of eggplant thin and baked, and instead comes to him a kind of cake 'inguluppato' with fried eggplant oozing oil just to see them!
disconsolate than ever in the series and let us hurt, we ask what's so sweet hoping for some kind of sherbet to feed off that saporin and rifritto oil that remained in the mouth ... no, never mind, guess what did? Apple pie and chocolate cake, named of course, in reality consist of a sort of omelet (I swear I'm not joking!) the first and nine in the classic cake mix (which should take a chisel to eat, other than the fork!) the second. So, once again we have to wait for the bill as a liberation, and take it all a joke, because at this age is anything but angry, no?
Now I ask you one thing, but it is so hard to give customers what they pay for? These people would ask, but what you want for fresh fish, straight out of the refrigerator knows when or where he had been placed just caught?.
What do you think?
Until next time,

Sbaffina

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Pizza was ... maybe!

These days, news reports newspapers run after almost did a race of sadness have wasted so many words about that unfortunate girl, has been said and heard everything and still it goes on to scream in what seems to me to have become a veritable frenzy , indecent, as someone rightly said ... use a person, and an entire family, the victim of a tragedy for a battle of power is really a smut ... however, as they say, to pull to flesh that otherwise do not buy newspapers any more!

instead of newspapers that I read everything, not just the headlines, but also and especially the sidebars, today as I took the coffee from the bar I was struck by an article tiny, very few lines, entitled 'The lasagna: flavors of childhood', in which he said that according to 74% of experts (I did not understand a thing!) the food is a real 'time machine' in the sense that it is capable of bringing us back in time ... so far off what was a commonplace, namely that the mother's or grandmother's food is always better! Finally, it seems scientifically proven that the flavors, the atmosphere of the kitchen where she grew up, the scent of childhood dishes they accompany us for life ... well, interesting, but then you knew all right? Meanwhile, I feel like smiling at the thought of such foods, a few years (if we get there!), Can never remember the rubbish we happen to eat at this time! Not to mention the atmosphere that you breathe in certain premises and that they know everything except the home!

In this respect, the more impersonal place where I happened to go to that restaurant has been at the multiplex, Pizza is ... I think you call it, the classic place where you always feel out of place ... also because they make you feel like that! Let me tell you why ...

An evening with my nephew had gone to the cinema (Poldo had not come because he will download movies and watch them on the computer, all did so, then I say, stop doing movies, but you want us just be patient!) and left the room you said "So here we are, we feel like we eat in this room ?"...

Do you know how? C'avrà least two hundred seats, and this made us think that if they need to say that the food is good ... then certain deductions, of everything obvious, often prove to be wrong, in fact ...

Actually, that night they had no such need, because these could be counted on the fingers. Just as well, we tell ourselves, and we enter. A gentleman by the unmistakable Neapolitan accent indicates a table where we sit, while block in hand, approaches to other customers to take the order. Now you want, not to eavesdrop, but when a room so great feel everything is empty! I mean, look at them and goes "Two daisies and a bottle of water right?" Father and son look and feel to say "But why, excuse me, there's nothing else?", "No, right there everything! I did so, saying "... Yes, to say, naturally, to deal in his pocket to people is really a nice way to be nice!

Luckily it looks good from doing the same joke to us and gets along with the most banal of "What I bring?" We, after which he had witnessed the scene we had already agreed to take the most expensive of all flat (toh, out of spite!), We order the linguine with lobster, which among other things, if they are done well, are just a delicacy!

The dish arrives in a reasonable waiting time accompanied by a beautiful nutcracker style Marino Market ago to split the claws of the animal (because, of course, a restaurant that sees the lobster on its menu as of course she does not and cutlery the right tools to let you eat). Not to be picky ... is that in reality it would take so little to make things right ...

Anyway ... the taste it and heave a sigh of relief: they are really good, linguine ... while the lobster, alas, really inedible! But it was not bad, just could not eat or almost so it was hard! More than flesh, seemed to give bites to those of the Staedtler pencil chewing, this is not it? Well, I look around and think "With two hundred seats that you want to pretend, by force take advantage cook first on the stuff, I just like to know as soon as possible!"

But because he had become a bit 'broken the shell, otherwise it would be funny to try to match the two halves to see if it came back!

After quite a few 'what we call' nice 'hard-working man who comes and takes away the dishes without question because it is obvious that those who ordered the linguine with lobster and the lobster does not eat it, right? ... Yeah, so that he would know when they have cooked, but we prefer to remain in doubt and order a bass to water crazy, that I defy anyone to make it really hard! No luck this time too I would say, because quell'odorino ammonia that is certainly sent a signal of a bit 'too long stay in some cold room!

I believe that when a thing is not much more than you would first and foremost a good impression to say that there is, do not you think?

What do you want, after all, people come here to see the film, not for eating!

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the pan with the oil

For someone like me, grew up in a house full of guests often, where there was always need to peel potatoes, chop vegetables and mix water and flour, was a natural passion for cooking since childhood ... Growing up is pretty normal for a bit then habits 'change: more commitments, you have less time for everything, but you also learn how to make a virtue of necessity, maybe some cooking' but maybe not (indeed, I hope) a bit 'better!

later life happen rather than the pleasure of cooking is often overshadowed by the thought that makes then wash the dishes, arrange and clean all ... so it ended up with increasing frequency we are saying the classic phrase, "But why do not you go get something to eat out?" ... Too bad that just as you come home more often disappointed by poor quality of the dishes that the chef of this beautiful city we have all the time. What then, I say, not allegedly 'the perfect dinner', not that we Vissani you cook at home who knows, we just eat decently, and yet nothing, every time you take a good rip-off! Obviously then there is unleashed so, recounting our adventures and sharing them with those (actually you are more and more!) Read, are becoming convinced of the great laughter of our dinners around Arezzo.

days ago I read about D La Repubblica delle Donne an article on the latest bestseller by Tamasin Day-Lewis (yes, the sister of Daniel), a kind of recipe collection on the road between America and Italy, and made me smile a reflection of the writer: "The life of a traveling food writer is not always a bed of soft foie gras. Often you chew bitter ... as I understand it, happens to us too often to eat bad!

That's right we are talking about foie gras I remember a few weeks ago when we stopped for dinner with my niece The kiosk, the small but very nice restaurant in Via Cavour, in the Classical High School to be clear ... In short, it was a Monday in January in all respects with a cold and wet in the center beyond the desolation there 'was little, so little place to see this gem made us me want to go ... and after a while even to get out, though!

We welcome a lady with a beautiful smile and at least for my niece the evening was going so well, I rather that they are not as lucky with the male in this room I'll throw it on the menu ... decidedly Tuscan cuisine, but that's okay, the rest where we are, no? I order the usual appetizer of the house so hated by my husband, but honestly getting tired because I never even once it was decent, and my nephew, a much-vaunted vegetable soup with pumpkin, in Pole Position between the specials , muffin and some chickpeas that the chef goes to another flat, but we are kind enough to bring the same.

In less than no time everything comes to the table ... So, where do I begin? Then, the soup, the dicing vegetables unmistakably industry, was nothing but a soup that he knew so much about That's Amore and a little more, muffins, the lady assured us in every way the chef did absolutely and only with chickpea flour, were as white as the Venetian polenta and tasteless as the water of the Po (for review when there's a bag of chickpeas port to see if you know them!) appetizer a nice flat empty refrigerator in which, over usually sliced, stood out a slice of liver pate hard that it took the knife to cut it, an unlikely and mousse boh a tart of puff pastry, the kind that thirty years ago found in communion with refreshments in cream and fruit, filled with a rancid really do not know what, the taste of which I dutifully placed a knife and fork and passed at 16:20 the pot to the lady because she was really intolerable even the view!

At that point, you say, we had better get up ... and yet we do not, tough as pine green peposo you order a side dish with roast potatoes, to see if you can get something to eat. But no, screwed there too, because the potatoes were boiled and the meat stew wad that my poor teeth struggled to swallow! Of course, discouraged, ever since Mrs. they continue to bring us back and almost untouched plates away, order another bottle of wine and we eat two slices of bread with oil under the astonished eyes of the lady who, in my opinion, the bill c'aveva already in hand so We hoped we increase. Instead we were still quite a bit ', indeed, go back I would ask him a nice tomato Struffi above, as they say in my house!

... Ah, the bill? 69 euro including 30 wine, with receipt stapled to the strictly business card as if to say 'let us advertising I recommend' ... and as not so, I recommend the kiosks yes, more than anything else I recommend you not to go there! At the next

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Sbaffina

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The empty streets

I take inspiration from an article that appeared in local news in a newspaper made a dinner to remember one evening when it was raining at the Trattoria Mazzoni the Chant of the Cross.

That very Mazzoni in which he complains that his place is in a dead way.

course, at least in San Lorentino there are four restaurants is a matter of little consequence, because if you eat well or would be treated better than most crowded Broadway! Anyway enough controversy, which are useless ...

within the restaurant with Mrs. Sbaffini and expect that the despicable nephew time delays. Do not worry, the TV has broadcast a program full of beautiful daughters so that the holder does not even consider, hypnotized by the screen. Now I wonder ... but if you put two elders at the table in an empty room near the radiator it rain, but a glass of wine you'll want to hear if they want it? Accueil I think it's called in France the art of welcoming guests, because it is an art.

Called shouting, this is the time required and the wine list brings me a bottle of his initiative, saying the price is sure to please everyone. "Anything else?" I do, "Yes .." he says, brings another bottle, "this same coast. Desist and accept the advice.

Pisellino arrives and we order two mixed crostini, an antipasto misto, a ribollita, a rabbit, a cod, two baked potatoes that arrived on time shortly after. The toasted bread with tomato is delicious, the toast is black too flavorful, the mushrooms are always the same all-encompassing in Arezzo. The plate of Sbaffina is decent without too many falls (the next is their food: cold cuts the avran facie, no?).

The trouble starts after that. But why call the bread soup 'ribollita'? If you put the bread in the Tuscan minestrone soup like they do is stock and on. He is not ashamed to call the stuff under his real name. The rabbit cacciatore is made in another way, that was in a pan with tomato sauce. Goodie, but ... The cod did not know anything. Nothing, not even salt (frozen?). The pie was ... flan. Or are you in the molds and then transforms? I think they write the 'baked'. So much so that he does not want Pisellino.

you look in the eye and say "You grab the tail? And you go ... Well, actually it was good, a bit 'silly but well done. Finally you say something good ... Remember me tell you what I see and hear, I have no mica with anyone! About

account (83 €) I would say one thing that never told until now. The wine, of which I never speak unless it is in the house, in our case, affects approximately 30% of the bill. Bevessimo water spend less, but if they leave much to those who ...

In conclusion, the Mazzoni complains that no one in the street, but if you treat people with a little 'more than sympathy to and maybe someone could come ... I do not think I will. At the next

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Poldo

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But how beautiful daughters ...! The thrush

"But do you remember when we went dancing at the Artistic Circle? ... What those times, eh?"

Hi, I'm back Mrs. Sbaffini and that you have just read is a phrase that recurs frequently when I go out with my closest friend and companion of the historic bridge before burraco and now ... you want, not that those times were better than now, but there is no doubt that youth will always remember with great pleasure and a touch of melancholy to be passed too quickly ...

However, childhood memories aside, the other night I came with my friend and dall'Ipercoop, tired of going to a crawl in via Fiorentina, I am "So we're here if she should stop to eat something at that restaurant over there? " and indicates the left side of the road. "But you want to go to McDonald's?" I reply, "No, not at all, behind, along the Castro, there is a place where they have never been ... who knows, maybe you can eat well !"... Yes, maybe (!!!), I add now after having eaten ... and also assure you that my friend has vowed to bite his tongue the next time instead of talking!

fact is that do we stop and listen to Madamadorè . Oh God, rather than enter a restaurant seems to go into someone's home, but of course you eat worse than a house there than anyone else! We sit in a classic table all'angolino a rather large room and an attentive gentleman comes to bring us menus, which, after a quick look, leave us rather confused ... too much stuff, I say, when there is a bit 'of everything that is rare to treat each fresh ... and, to be fair, the asterisks on the side with the names of various capacities are wasted!

for not knowing or reading or writing we order the appetizer of the house, snacking while we decide on the rest, and I ask the wine because I do not know why, two young ladies at the table no longer seem synonymous with 'a bottle 's natural water not cold' ... Finding little explanation, I say to the waiter

"Excuse me young man, but here is a list of varieties, not of wine, how do I choose if I do not know which companies are vintages that are flowing and so?"

"Look, the companies do not write because the representative sends the wines of those he has available at the moment"

"I understand, bring us a bottle of Morellino di Scansano so high that you do not fall !"...

Meanwhile get the starter, and rarely cross often delight of my dinners, consisting of various meats taste unlikely in oil now now plucked from the fridge with that ' seed oil gel around a Bruschettini with a slice of smoked cheese melted form something dark underneath and a few pieces of hot muffin, to be honest the only thing not bad.

start and get the wine, a bottle of Poggio Horses that sell at a discount all'Esselunga ... sorry but it's stronger than me, I say "I understand, the wines you choose them according to those that are on offer at the supermarket !!!"... obviously no answer Instead, the waiter leaves, and from then on we are served by another person to order one size so saying

"Please read the sliced \u200b\u200bmushrooms, but the mushrooms are canned?"

"Of course!"

Yeah, of course ... wonders if the Dome is edited, it is said on our side! So we opt for the rosemary that once on our table, we see a transparent oil so as to appear semi ... well, now that he had taken it tasted e. .. incredible! He knew of fish! What a revolting ... other unstructured cooking, here it was just grilled meat that smelled of fried fish!

which seem disappointed we come suddenly to case by removing the wallet from the bag as if to say let us the bill and send it via at least you stop suffering ...

What to say, thank goodness that the company was unbeatable ... such as tuna which have stolen the oil of the cut!

At the next,

Sbaffina

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If a person decides to open a restaurant in Arezzo face of its flagship game, it should at least know that about half of Arezzo was born with a gun in his hand. But today perhaps is not so, and that's why Aunt Monica Via Isonzo must have decided try.

We went on Tuesday, again for the usual reasons, but in this case we had a boner. In fact, the restaurant is closed on Wednesday, and despite an interesting range of food hunting also quite rare (see the duck sauce, or the spit of thrush), the kind owner tells us that he rebuilt the dishes missing the following Thursday. This statement made me miss a lament: "So what gives us this evening is on Thursday!"

However, after a scholarly dissertation on the mushrooms that it used in its establishment, the description of the meat that was coming directly from Austria (???), the quality of Sacher Torte, which she herself prepared, we ordered: a taste of mixed crostini, an antipasto misto (the lose the habit sooner or later), a porcini mushroom fried dishes of stew and two deer, one jugged and the other with porcini mushrooms, truffle.

We saw three get toasted bread on top like a palace, a bean Diacci the box (or almost), one with a strange meat loaf and potato truffle cream so much a pot, the famous porcini (also sbarattolati , drained and sliced \u200b\u200bvery little water) and fried mushrooms frozen.

The starter remained on the plate of sad that Sbaffina dodging a sort of bacon Coop Style (Austrian too?) Ate a bit 'ham.

When I tasted the second I come off! Two identical plates of deer, salted angry over which one of the young and inexperienced cook had launched a truffle cream of mushroom pieces where they sailed in peace. Do not believe us? Go and try it yourself ...

The finish of the evening was in need of a sweet, but guess what, the much-vaunted Sacher Torte was not there (I do it Thursday). On the way to the case (that is also on Tuesday) comes to the young chef who recommend a sensible use of salt that could kill, given the amount used, the hypertensive like me. I deny the offer of a digester is not having eaten anything and pay almost € 70 ...

By the way, does the microwave know how to tell you that the dish is ready? "Diin.

We were near the kitchen: you had to hear! A symphony ... It seemed a concert on Jan. 1.

That means that they do in Vienna.

Poldo

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Have you ever tried to find a restaurant to dine on January 7 at Arezzo? No? Just as well, so you would not have found it! Very few exceptions, all completely closed ... We see that with the holidays that have scassettato enough, as we say in our part!

Ah, sorry, My name is Mrs. Sbaffini. This time Poldo leave him at home in an armchair on the contrary, actually it was he who does not want to be saying, "But where are you going co '' this weather, so then shall all be closed !"... Oh, said and done, was right!

Well, now he had decided to go, my nephew insisted, and then we went out and we started wandering around the center ... After forty minutes still nothing, and who is well aware that Arezzo turn it all in half an hour in length and breadth (ten minutes more concedetemeli view of the age is not young anymore!). Sincerely

unmotivated, we decide to go back home when we come across a place open, but did his best to seem closed ... I must say that, perhaps even the owner himself, given the scarcity of customers, he thought, "Who made me open to do tonight?" and had turned off to save a bit 'of lights. However, it was really open and very relieved to enter the three glasses . A small room decorated with tiny refined minimalism, excellent choice of colors and elegant person who looks after us rather it is a good start, right? ... Yes, pity that they remain good in the end only the initial impressions!

After waiting much exaggerated, perhaps due to too much work that the only other eight clients, however, now at the birthday cake, gave the sole operator in the audience at last orders ... order: a noodle with leeks and pumpkin, a dumpling with wild boar sauce and cut.

Soon after we arrive ... legend: a dish of pasta with two different types of noodles, mix together, perhaps to hide the fact that they partly recycled from someone else, but undoubtedly a cruel penalty and the other, a plate of mice by the vague hint of mold probably made with potatoes of the last century and that even Cetica had seen hovering in the truck, dressed with a sauce that tasted of anything but wild boar, a plate with three-and-say-three strips of cut-to-head even drowned in the oil too hot, which seemed swam asking to be saved from the agony as soon as possible, with the addition two or three grains of pepper, green ... Tell me if you would not have been better than we found it closed even this one!

However, after not having eaten almost nothing and drank a beautiful Umbrian wine, since now we like groped luck, also ordered the sweet and finally there comes a dish that, in addition to present well, it was also good! Finally heave a sigh of relief, and there we venture to ask for coffee, who knows what they could never take us!

The bill? € 110!

... Not bad, I would say a bargain!

the next,

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addition to what is Arezzo to become the "street food" there is another pearl of our city: L 'Osteria da Luchino .

Waiting peas, our granddaughter, and I Sbaffina we settled down in what the outside looked like a typical Tuscan trattoriola. Rustic but coy, the restaurant attracts and you actually feel comfortable, but unfortunately the foretaste of pleasure reading the menu ends with the reading.

After about 20 minutes waiting for the waiter asked me if I wanted a drink while waiting I decided to order wine and water. I omit to comment on the service of wine because otherwise you'll think it's biased, but since you do pay at least let me time to say that okay.

while the son and order: the usual appetizer Ms (they always say that it's fixed), the cod for peas, tripe all'aretina for me and a side of beans with sage. You may wonder why I take the beans and not some other side dish. Explain it: a dish that seems easy, it's a thorn in the side of the kitchen because the beans or read them or use the can opener, and from this we see the care and passion of the chef.

First disappointment: the cod is done! Pisellino ago, "Acc! Get me a risotto with porcini mushrooms, and in the meantime, since it takes at least 20 minutes, bring the beans to me."

So, you know that the tripe all'aretina you do with meat sauce? The chef Luchino not. Bring me a shard of hot tripe done as in Florence, only darker and almost all of the above made centopelli (tripe that is not in the sense of lattice or a headset, but a different part of the intestine of veal that is used to make other things). The appetizer was a kind of 'eat-everything-that-is-still-in-the-fridge-for-tomorrow-we-go-in-holiday' (truth) with the usual unseasoned seafood salad from freezer. The beans so I knew it, but the coup de chef arrived with rice: rice cooked with diced mushroom, spices, and not creamed! Alòòòòòò!

Among the myriad of desserts (I am quoting the leaflet the restaurant) a creme caramel made with a mixture powders and 9, this time with lemon cake. The bill for having eaten a full meal at the end, that is, 1 starter, 1 first, 1 second, 2 side dishes and sweets 3: 90,00 €. In my opinion, instead of behind St. Francis should be under, in the catacombs! At the next

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Poldo

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Years ago I was driving the car again (now with the traffic driving his wife but trust me a lot) and then went outside Arezzo.

Once we went to the Court in Goose Subbiano because they told us they were boiled, otherwise from you in a stew with beef and different. It is true that years have passed and there are never returned, but the episode introduces another visited local fresh. In short, the much-vaunted wing was made of boiled chicken, a piece of muscle with little language, a piece of chest and two baby carrots, with pickled made from them ... yes, in fact I had removed them from the box!

When the owner came to feel like it was boiled I said "Boiling ..." and took a kick under the table. In fact, had brought the stew. Instead the

Hello Piazza S. Augustine went there recently on a Thursday (because only on Thursday are boiled). One enters the air is thick and the smell of glutamate, one of the nut to understand, and say to me 'nephew S'andà good! "

The atmosphere is rustic, a bit 'by charlatans, but the patrons are all smiling and seems to know everyone. Come on down and order two boiled in broth and tortellini (peas and a city for a bit 'weird), plus the house wine.

sorsino After a call the waiter and I do open a bottle because the tumor is casero! Wine fools I've found, but as that is difficult.

arrives with mashed boiled potatoes with nutmeg (?) (????) A green sauce that is more brown than anything else (you know, parsley aging in the boxes) the meat of various qualities such as tail and paw, tongue, head, in short, seems decent. Come on ... hard tegliosa, chilly, and he has made a sauce to sleep all night. Tortellini said to me 'nephew, were good men. Both had not made their mica!

short, a tragedy. I have not paid the bill I offered peas, but he spent a Quarantelli certainly seen the face he did. And then I knew the name: Ciaoooo .... a c'artorno more.

I wrote a bit 'in the local vernacular because it inspired me. By the way, I read your comments and I thank you. Spread this site because I hope that we also read them ... have you ever seen ashamed and begin to cook better. At the next

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Poldo