Eataly - Asti


Thank you to Canan and Umberto for taking the pictures. (my camera's battery was dead)
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The kitchen is my temple, the stovetop is my altar and gastronomy is my religion. La cucina è il mio tempio, il forno è il mio altare, la gastronomia è la mia religione


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“Tell me” Paolo asked reflectively “do you like pizza?” It was a simple enough question and easily enough answered. “Of course I do!” I replied, knowing full well that we have not even scratched the surface of the question. To me, pizza is a measure of a connoisseur. Pizza is complicated and complex, great pizza cannot be completely understood in only one day. Pizza takes time, much more time than you might think.
We met at a crossroads north of Asti and Paolo guided us up the hill to the restaurant. It was an unassuming place with a sign hanging out front that did little to indicate the greatness that was contained within the four walls.
countless awards including no less than three European championships. “I won first place three times in a row so they decided I can no longer compete. I have to allow someone else a chance.” he told me. It is a good thing they didn’t apply the same logic to Michael Schumacher or Tiger Woods, I thought out loud!
"Test pizza," he said "just to check the temperature." The crust immediately began to bubble and in a minute or so it was brown and delicious. Out it came and was cut up and piled on a plate for our “apero”.
experience I had at Mario’s was no less important than those things. Was it the best pizza I ever had? Easily! But what was more important was that it came from such a nice guy, whose entire life has been devoted to making the best pizza possible. A true artisan! I couldn’t have enjoyed the pizza more if my own brother had made it!Labels: Restaurant review
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We were coming back from England the other day on the A4 and stumbled on to a little find! The restaurant is called Le Cheval Rouge in the town of Saint Menehould (pronounced "Menou") between Châlons-en-Champagne and Verdun where Dom Pierre Pérignon was born. The town is famous for "Pied de Porc à la Sainte Menehould" pork trotters bound and boiled for 12 hours in stock with white wine, herbs and spices, according to a centuries-old recipe. As the story goes, when Louis XVI tried to flee France in 1791, he was undone by his love of trotters: He stopped in Sainte Menehould to sup on pieds de porc and was recognized by the post master and later arrested by Revolutionary Guards. Ever since, pig's trotter's have been the edible symbol of liberté, egalité and fraternité. A democratic dish with a revolutionary pedigree. But the truth is I didn't see anyone eating them in the restaurant. What I did see on every plate was a big pile of the most beautiful golden brown pommes-frites cooked in the pork fat from the above mentioned pigs. I watched as fifty year-old business men ordered extra plates of frites and ate them one by one with their fingers! The kitchen is a serious one, knows how to make their clients happy and pays close attention to detail. They offer a packed brasserie (where we ate) and a formal dining room. Deserts looked fantastic but we didn't have room for it because of all the frites. We will definitely return!Labels: Restaurant review