Almost nobody was here at this time, and that’s a good thing too, because at the sight of the menu card I’ve become stupefied. If the photos of the dishes were not displayed next to the names, I would have no idea what they’re serving here. Even the pictures don’t give me full clarity, so finally I decide on what resembled the popular pittano resu which I ate at the bar next to the Medical Academy. However, what I receive is completely different from what I imagined. I look helplessly at the waiter.
He understands without words and hands me the correct cutlery, discreetly whispering to me how to begin. The complicated dish tastes completely different than anything I’ve eaten before, it’s a little fibrous and has a strong smell, not resembling anything. I realize that it must be real meat,
