The only time this is acceptable is at some hole-in-the-wall Osteria where Zia Francesca cooks whatever is seasonal and traditional and they can't be bothered to print a menu. You eat what they put on the table and drink whatever Benzinesque wine is on the table and you love it.
Oh yes. That, and when you get to the mountain hut after 10 hours mixed rock climbing and the only thing on the menu is whatever there is today for dinner - and somehow it’s always delicious.
But all these city fancy new restaurants with a touch of Chef that yearn for a Michelin approval and love to hide their menus - sorry, pass!
The only time this is acceptable is at some hole-in-the-wall Osteria where Zia Francesca cooks whatever is seasonal and traditional and they can't be bothered to print a menu. You eat what they put on the table and drink whatever Benzinesque wine is on the table and you love it.
Oh yes. That, and when you get to the mountain hut after 10 hours mixed rock climbing and the only thing on the menu is whatever there is today for dinner - and somehow it’s always delicious.
But all these city fancy new restaurants with a touch of Chef that yearn for a Michelin approval and love to hide their menus - sorry, pass!
I feel like, at least in Italy, they've all gone to the same chef school in Milan and it's the same shit everywhere that has no sense of place.
So, where did you go instead of Arkhe?
Somewhere that had a menu, and the menu was more than two words per line!