There’s no other word for it really – or words if one is being precise.
E was taking me out for a belated birthday dinner at Bocca di Lupo. I’d fancied going for a while, so when he asked me to choose the restaurant I didn’t hesitate.
We looked at the menu as the waiter appeared. “What should I have to drink E, I just don’t know” I asked with a concerned expression.
“I don’t know S, glass of champagne?”
“Perfect, that’s exactly what I’ll have”
We giggled. Off to a flying start on the silliness we checked out the various dishes. Lots of ceviche, sage leaves rolled in artichokes – or was it the other way around? Cornish anchovies, Guinea fowl, Tuna tartare, baked scallops and lo and behold a ‘B.Y.O. Truffle’ menu.”
“What do you think that means E? Do you think many people bring their own truffles” I said frowning.
“Maybe S, let’s ask. I’m sure they could sell us some at a nicely inflated price if I can’t find the one I bought earlier.
There was a pause. The table tipped. “We’re going to have to get a box of matches to put under this leg.”
We giggled again.
“What do you think Spinach and Ricotta Malfatti is?” E looked bemused.
“I don’t know but it sounds rather rude.” I replied.
Service was brusque and non-smiling. We lamented the lack of love in even an expensive London kitchen these days. “It’s all about the money S, pack ‘em in tight and do what you need to do – but no more.”
A couple of courses later found us choosing a Pistachio ice cream to round off the meal. Our waiter approached. “I’d love a liqueur or something – what would you recommend?” He looked glum. “Here, sit down” I said patting the seat beside me.
He sighed while he rested his legs and suggested a Capitelli.
I held it to my nose and was transported to another place. Floral aromas, lemony Italian summer days, ripe lusty apricots eaten by the beach. I took a sip: Heavenly.
A large party arrived next to us. A number of bottoms squeezed in between our tables, blocking my view, hampering our conversation. The man nearest leant over. “Sorry, we’re a bit close” he said. “May I buy you a drink to make up for it?”
“You certainly may” I replied and held my glass over for him to savour the aroma of my choice.