After our ginormous and rather boozy lunch with our friends at the Ballaró followed by the mandatory AMAZING gelato (pistacchio e crema, crispy amarena) I did not want to have dinner. In fact, I’d probably be fine not eating until Saturday… but we’d made plans with our buddy, and my PIC had chosen a place with ‘lighter’ fare - think crudo, seafood-centric primi & secondi.
I still had zero appetite when we sat down & practically forced a few pieces of crudo down, grateful that my dining companions were sharing the beautifully presented antipasto with me.
I picked what I thought would be the lightest of the paste, spaghettoni con cozze -
while my PIC got the pasta of the day with white fish (didn’t quite catch what kind),
and our friend the risotto with scarlet shrimp, shrimp bisque & lord only knows what was on top - looked like shrimp crudo to me, and the white dots were almost vinegary.
While everything was very good, I was not in a place where I could’ve even remotely appreciated it, as I would’ve much preferred a slice of bread with cacio cavallo at our airbnb for dinner & was kinda pissed at myself for wasting what could’ve been a wonderful meal. #lessonlearned #therearelimits
