Too Special (Or, What You Do When Someone You Love Keeps His Best Work To Himself)
My husband thinks that some things are too special for restaurant service. I think that is exactly why people should get to eat them. On Monday, the argument started again. This time over two trays of focaccia.
What We Ate at Pre-Shift: Pappardelle Fiesolana
A bowl of pappardelle fiesolana eaten together, standing at the bar before service. A Tuscan pasta rooted in cucina povera, paired with Brunello and carried home for dinner.