For my 32nd birthday dinner, the four of us headed to a charming restaurant in the hills of Piemonte. The name of the restaurant was Girasole, or, sunflower, and, such was the theme, as the interior was complete with sunflower paintings including a faux Van Gogh and other such decorations.
I had a really good feeling about this place, and (before eating) Robin even said she could picture me proposing to my future wife in such a locale.
But, if so, I had better do so before the main course, or shortly thereafter before indigestion sits in, because our meal at Girasole, in spite of the kindly host who explained each dish in great detail, was....well, let's just say that its only hope of attaining a Michelin star would be due to the fact that the meat resembles used tires.
Though my mom appeared to be content posing with this plate of salume, the rest of the culinary experience did not match up.
Robin's ramen like spaghetti was not worthy of a photo, but if for nothing more than a few colorful snapshots, here are some photos of what Adam and I consumed. I'm pretty sure that Adam's main course was a full plate of head cheese, and mine, although it looks a bit like chicken tikka masala (or maybe lamb rogan josh?), was actually cinghiale (wild boar) with polenta. The boar itself was gamey and the polenta with pinenuts was like a lead weight.
Fortunately, in the small town of Gavi, we were able to find the lone gelateria that was still open, to help make my 32nd birthday one with a sweet finish!
1 comment:
bet you miss panneevino now?!
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