Shemomedjamo
Monday, June 11, 2012
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Saturday, May 19, 2012
Trattoria Pizzeria Dai Medici- Naples, IT
Friday, May 4, 2012
Gelato Crawl 2012- Rome, IT
Gelateria
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Fatamorgana
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Gelateria
dei Gracchi
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Café
Ciampini
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Il Gelato di San Crispino
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Giolitti
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Della
Palma
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Gelateria
del Teatro
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Old
Bridge Gelateria
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Variety
of Flavors
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21.5/25
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19/25
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11/25
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19/25
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20.5/25
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23/25
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22/25
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19.5/25
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Taste
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19/25
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19.5/25
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18/25
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21.5/25
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18/25
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17/25
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23/25
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20/25
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Customer
Service
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11/25
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18.5/25
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18.5/25
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19.5/25
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17/25
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17/25
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20/25
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25/25
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Serving
Size
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11/25
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15/25
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9.5/25
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11/25
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16/25
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17.5/25
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18/25
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25/25
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Price/Value
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14.5/25
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12/25
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11/25
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9/25
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15.5/25
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17/25
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19/25
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25/25
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Other
Comments
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Unique
flavors; icy
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Simple
flavors better; nut flavors most popular (esp. pistachio)
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Small
servings, but quality taste
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Small
servings but fantastic quality
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Crowded
but quick service
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Huge
selection of unique flavors.
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Very
unique flavors; All natural
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Awesome
value for good quality and friendly staff.
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TOTAL
SCORE:
(0-125)
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76.5
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83.5
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67.5
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80
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87
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91.5
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102
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114.5
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Monday, March 26, 2012
Da Lucia- Rome, IT
I was lucky enough to get to share one of the best weekends ever with my incredible parents. They came to visit me in Rome and we got to spend 4 days together exploring the Coliseum, the Vatican City, the Pantheon, and the other iconic monuments throughout the city. Of course, I made sure they ate well. In addition to having gelato every day (don’t tell my dad’s doctor), we ate at several great restaurants, including the wonderful Nonna Betta in the Jewish Ghetto. My favorite spot of the weekend was a small trattoria called Da Lucia.
Da Lucia is a quaint, family owned, authentically Italian trattoria on a small side street in Trastevere. It may have taken one or two… or three tries to find it, but find it we did and just in time. We were lucky enough to snag the last open table in the tiny restaurant; all the other tables had been reserved by locals, a good sign to say the least.
My intention for the night was to give my parents a traditional Italian dining experience, antipasti through dessert, so when we were seated and given the menus we went all out. For our antipasti course we ordered anchovies and a mixed cheese plate (I realize that the cheese course would actually be served after the main course in Italy, so we were not perfectly traditional). The dishes arrived along with a basket of home baked Italian bread of the finest quality, hard and crusty on the outside while remaining soft and moist on the inside.
I cannot tell you what the different types of cheeses were, but I can tell you that we enjoyed them all. The anchovies were fresh and marinated in olive oil and lemon juice. The lemon was a good idea to balance out the saltiness of the fish, but both my dad and I agreed there was a bit too much lemon for our tastes.
For our pasta course, my parents took my suggestion and ordered dishes that are quintessentially Roman. My dad went with the pasta all’amatriciana (pasta with guanciale, tomato, and cheese) and my mom got the penne arrabiata. I went with what has become a favorite of mine, the simple spaghetti cacio e pepe (cheese and black pepper). There is not much more to say about these dishes other than they were excellently made and very satisfying. My only criticism would be that I would have liked for the cacio e pepe to have had a bit more liquid to it so the cheese would have melted more. However, I still enjoyed it a great deal.
To both our pleasure and our dismay, we moved on to the next course. I say dismay only because we were already quite full and wondering how we were going to eat any more. We managed. It helped that none of us ordered dishes that were particularly heavy. My dad got a dish of squid with peas, my mom opted for a light side of mixed vegetables, and I went with the cheese omelet, something that I have not seen offered on many Italian menus.
I was thrilled with how much my dad seemed to like his squid dish. His biggest concern was that the peas were not going to be fresh, and though it was hard to say whether they were or not, they paired with the squid perfectly. My mom’s side ended up being a mix of pickled veggies and ones marinated in olive oil. There was green cauliflower, red peppers, grilled eggplant, and olives. It was perfect for her since she felt the fullest out of us all. My omelet was pretty standard, but it almost felt foreign eating eggs. I hadn’t had any in a while. Unlike how it would have been in America, there was not an outrageous amount of cheese weighing down the dish. There was just enough so that a hint of cheese flavor came through.
Honestly, after eating 3 courses we were all so full that we should have passed on dessert. But the desserts were all on display in a case as you entered the restaurant and we saw that they had panna cotta, a dessert that none of us had yet tried. Our curiosity got the best of us and we got one order to share. I am so incredibly glad we did. Panna cotta is awesome.
It is basically a cold cream pudding served with different toppings. Ours came with a fresh mixed berry syrup. It was light and creamy with a yogurt-like texture but a flavor more similar to vanilla ice cream. Like most Italian desserts I have had in Rome, it was not too sweet, even with the added sweetness of the berries.
All in all, my parents and I had a lovely time at Da Lucia. It provided my parents with the traditional Italian meal that I was looking for them to experience. Between the warm and friendly staff, the delicious food, and the homey atmosphere, it was everything that I was hoping it would be. We left with happy hearts and the fullest of bellies… with just enough room left to get gelato on the way home.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
No so perfect Paris- Paris, FR
I was most looking forward to the food in Paris. How could I not when Paris has so many foods to look forward to? Just thinking of the cheeses, macaroons, and crepes that I wanted to try was enough to get me drooling. Unfortunately, I was a bit let down. I did manage to have plenty of excellent cheese, but the macaroons seemed far too expensive given their size and I found I preferred the crepes at Temple University’s food truck. I also ended up eating more bread in the 4 days I was in Paris than I have my entire stay thus far in Rome. Paris does not make it easy for a vegetarian on a budget to eat.
As far as restaurants go, of the two establishments I went to, one was incredible while the other, sadly, fell short.
The first restaurant that I went to was a priority for me to try while in Paris. While doing my pre-Paris food research, every site that I came upon highly recommended this place. It was none other than Rose Bakery.
Rose Bakery is a tiny bakery/restaurant located in the Montmartre neighborhood of Paris. The building it occupies looks as though it was once a garage. The simple décor consists of concrete floors and white walls with signs posted warning diners to beware of the condensation that forms on them. The very back wall has pastel colored paint roughly brushed across it giving the room a messy punch of color and a super laid back feel. There was no fussiness, no theatrics to hide behind- just good food in a nice atmosphere with friendly staff.
After peering at the day’s food selections displayed in the to-go counter, both Gina and I knew what we wanted to eat. We saw that the person sitting at the table behind us had gotten the same thing, and since the menu was in all French (which neither of us speak a word of- ask my French speaking friends. I have tried and epically failed in every attempt) when it was time to give our orders, we simply said we’d have “what he got.”
“What he got” ended up being a sampling of the day’s various vegetable and grain dishes. It was the most beautifully colorful bowl of food I think I have ever seen. The six piles of food in the dish were as follows: broccoli and cauliflower with a green hummus-like sauce, a wheat berry salad with mushrooms, apple, onion, and radish salad, carrot salad with pumpkin seeds, a lightly pickles coleslaw, and citrus-herbed millet. All were fresh, delicious, and (most importantly) not bread.
Sadly, the bread was the best part of the meal at our second dining destination, Boullion Chartier Restaurant. In all fairness, the main reason Gina and I decided to eat here was because the prices were substantially lower than any other restaurant in the city and it was supposedly the last of the old school French restaurants. On our college student budgets, cheap was what we needed, though I had been warned that with the low prices came lower quality food. Despite this, I was still hopeful that it would be a delicious meal. My hopes were too high.
The restaurant itself was very nice. It had high ceilings, beautiful chandelier lighting and a classic charm to it. But the appearance is the only thing that made it on my “pros” list. Everything else pretty much fell short. For instance, in traditional French style, the wait staff was not the friendliest. Worst of all was the food. Our meals came out far too quickly for anything to have been cooked fresh and it was clear that my plate of mixed vegetables (the only vegetarian option on the menu) consisted of frozen veggies, and of the icky variety.
My green beans were mushy, the marinated mushrooms were cold, the baked potato was bland, and the pasta was a joke (not to mention a confusing addition to a veggie plate). I think the red stuff on it was supposed to be tomato sauce, but it tasted more like super thin ketchup. Let’s face it, after living in Rome for 2 months, any pasta that is not homemade is going to be less than satisfactory. We enjoyed our time in the restaurant, but didn’t bother ordering dessert and instead opted for a treat from a bakery, a decision we did not regret.
My dining experiences in Paris left me with 2 conclusions: 1- French dining is not vegetarian friendly and 2- good French food is not wallet friendly. While my dinner at Boullion Chartier left a lot to be desired, Rose Bakery reassures me that there is fantastic French food right up my alley, though I won’t be able to afford it any time soon. Of course, that is not going to stop me from compiling a list of Parisian restaurants to try… it’s good to have dreams.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Il Latini - Florence, IT
Good sign number one was that this tiny restaurant is tucked away on an obscure back street of Florence that was not even on my trusty map. It looked classically Italian and quite adorable from the outside. When we walked in we were greeted by good sign number two: chaos, or what appeared to be chaos, anyway. As you may recall from reading about Da Baffetto, often the best Italian restaurants are filled with nonstop movement. Il Latini was filling up quickly and we were hastily shuffled into one of the small side rooms with cured meat hanging from the ceiling and were seated at the only remaining free table. The homemade crusty bread was sitting out for us, and the two liter bottle of house red wine was immediately opened.
Our waiter came over soon after and, without giving us menus, asked if we wanted antipasti. We barely got a “sure” out when he shook his head to stop us and simply said “I’ll take care of it.” Knowing that most of the antipasti we would receive would probably contain meat of some kind, we managed to wave him down again and let him know I was a vegetarian. Despite the face he made (a mix between confusion and utter disbelief), he had no problem setting me up with my very own cheese plate (I was beyond happy), and insuring that the rest of the meal featured plenty of meatless options for me as well.
We were quickly brought several antipasti. First, we got a plate of sundried tomatoes stuffed with some sort of ground meat pâtè. Next was crostini topped with a meat spread and soon after came the cured Italian sausages. Finally, we were brought the classic smoked ham plate.
When we were ready for our primi piatti (first course), our waiter made a few verbal suggestions of what to get, but we figured this was more courtesy on his part than anything else. We were going to get what he gave us, and truthfully, we were fine with that. We ended up getting 3 pasta dishes and one soup dish. Two of the pastas contained meat. The first was rotini pasta with a ragu sauce while the second was thick noodles with a red sauce and wild boar.
The vegetarian dishes were traditional homemade ravioli stuffed with ricotta cheese and spinach and a vegetable-grain stew. The stew was the all around winner across the board (even over the meat dishes). We all liked how thick it was, and the flavors were concentrated and hearty. It was a rainy night, so the soup was a perfect comfort.
Despite the fabulous looking meat dishes and tempting vegetable plates we had seen being eaten at other tables (not to mention the reputation Florentine steak has), both our stomachs and our wallets could not handle us getting another main course. However, we did manage to force down some dessert. It was a challenge, but it simply needed to be done.
We were brought a plate with small servings of 4 different desserts. There was a traditional chocolate cake, a panna cotta, an ice cream cake (although it was more just a cake with a chilled cream filling as opposed to what we think of in the United States), and a vanilla cake mound filled with cream and chocolate. While they were all delicious, my favorite was the cream filled mound. Truthfully, the part of dessert I liked best of all was the small glass of moscato wine we were given. It was bubbly and sweet.
When we were ready to pay, the owner came over to write out our check. He was a small, old, happy Italian man will white hair and a smile that lit up the room. The waiter told him which dishes we received and he did a quick tally in his head and wrote down 100 Euro on the slip of paper. We had been hoping we would get to pay less than 30 Euro each and were happy it came to an even 25. When we left, we took a look at the menu outside and tallied up our total ourselves. The owner ended up giving us a small discount which we greatly appreciated.
Even though we did not get a special performance after our dinner like we had the previous night, our experience at Il Latini was just that: and experience. It was high energy, fast paced, and purely Italian.
Il Latini
via dei Palchetti 6/r
50123 – Firenze
Chocolate, Cheese, and Buffets as You Please- Florence, IT
Let me repeat that: artisan chocolate festival. And it was exactly 1 block from my hostel. Win. La Piazza Repubblica was filled with around 20 tents of different chocolate companies offering samples of their products, showing off how each was unique in their own way, and selling chocolaty snacks to excited consumers, such as myself. I sampled some of the truffles, gourmet chocolate spreads of several varieties and flavor infused chocolate bars. The chocolate covered banana rolled in chopped peanuts was my favorite snack, although the cup of strawberries dowsed in chocolate was a close second. And, of course, the hot chocolate was fantastic. The dark chocolate kind was as thick as pudding. Needless to say, several of my meals while in Florence were topped off with a chocolate treat.
My next meal ended up being my absolutely favorite dining and overall experience in Florence. Better than chocolate!? It seems impossible, I know, but it is true. Chocolate could not quite stand up to my evening at a private (members only) club featuring a two hour, buffet style gourmet Italian meal cooked by a famous Italian chef in a restaurant/performance venue featuring a post-dinner entertainment act... all for 30 Euro.
We read about this place in my friend’s travel book and made it a must on our list of places to go. We lucked out because most nights require reservations for the dinner service, but it was not necessary the night we went. We paid the 5 Euro membership fee (which is good for a year) and the 30 Euro for the meal and performance and were told to pace ourselves (on both the food and the unlimited house wine) – yeah right.
We walked into the dining room (giddy as ever, I might add) to see an almost medieval looking room with stone pillars reaching from the wooden floors to arched ceiling under which several wooden tables were situated, surrounded by red velvet armchairs accompanied by candle light. We seated ourselves at a table on the far right side of the room close to the stage with a view of the kitchen through large glass windows. The entire dinner service we could see the food being made and we watched it get passed from the kitchen to the buffet table as the chef yelled in Italian what the dishes were. Never did we understand him, but we loved the energy created by the echoing voice of a passionate chef who clearly loved what he did.
As far as the food was concerned, it was wonderful. The first items that came out were all vegetable dishes of some kind. There was a broccoli puree, spiced carrots (served cold), roasted potatoes, an eggplant puree, and a beet and radish salad. In addition, there was a cauliflower gratin and a dish which was referred to as gnocchi, but was cut in a block instead of formed into puffs of dough. Regardless, it was fantastic.
The next dish was a “special salad” of warm chickpeas, mussels, faro and an assortment of other veggies. Then there was a whole roasted fish, which looked and tasted like a large sardine, a veggie stew with Moroccan couscous followed by mussels and broth. In addition, there were homemade rolls available with every course, and let us not forget about the wonderful house wine.
Finally came dessert: a thin rolled cookie shell with freshly whipped cream, a moist chocolate brownie, and café. Not too sweet, super rich, and unbelievably satisfying.
After the dining portion was over, the furniture was quickly moved around to have the chairs positioned in front of the stage for the performance that was to come. The acts change regularly and feature musicians, actors, poets, or any other type of entertainment you can think of. We were going to get to listen to the chef of the restaurant himself speak about food. It would have been absolutely perfect had it not all been in Italian. I could catch the general idea of what he was saying, but it took a lot of concentration to keep up with him and focusing that intensely for 90 minutes straight was difficult to do after consuming so much food. Nonetheless, I enjoyed hearing how he talked about food. The passion came through yet again and I felt happy to be a part of his club.
We ended up returning the next morning for the 7 Euro breakfast buffet. It was not quite as much food as the evening before (which was probably a good thing), but the fresh fruit, warm toast, and plethora of butter, cheese, and fruit spreads was simply perfect. I wished I could eat every meal here. We would have returned for dinner again, but they were already fully booked the rest of the nights we would be in Florence, so we were forced to eat elsewhere… To be continued.