Have you ever been haunted? The name Teyssier has been my stalker recently. It has bought out the best of Virgin Wines and contemporaneously the reason why they often ever so slightly under-achieve. Well, nobody can please everybody every day!
I wonder what went through Claudio’s mind when I asked how warm the wine was. I reached out my hand to touch the bottle. Claudio winced. Another stupid and ignorant Englishman? Even worse than an ignorant Scotsman. I grinned. The bottle was cool. Claudio nodded approvingly. He had served the Primitivo Da Castello di Puglia at the recommended 16-18 degrees. Probably even cooler actually, which suited the wine rather well. Sweet flavours of cherries, cherry lips and bubble gum collided with the not unexpected tannic youth of the Italian stallion.
I really wanted to like Casa Mia Millennium. My recent experience at Casa Mia Grande in Chapel Allerton was unparalleled. Also, Marco, ex Flying Pizza and Marco’s is running front of house, so I had high hopes of the Leeds city centre branch of this popular family run restaurant cluster.
Unfortunately, it is almost, but not quite there. For a start there is too much furniture in the awkward shaped rooms. Getting to the bar is a mountaineering challenge if there are more than 3 people in a room that should have capacity for 25.
Upstairs the main dining room’s tables sit uncomfortably together like patients at a busy clap clinic. It was almost impossible not to participate in the birthday celebration next door. By contrast, the service is a bit uncoordinated and, although there appeared to be sufficient staff, we did feel a little neglected.
When I wrote up my notes from the Leeds Restaurant Awards I was noodling why I didn’t spend more time in Leeds’ eateries. Vowing to put that right, I looked up the programme from the event for some inspiration. The Olive Tree was well represented and is a somewhat legendary Greek offering with three establishments in the Leeds area. Not exactly ubiquity, but I generally avoid chains unless they are focussed, and this one is the Leica lens of Greek dining.
You can take your Japanese/Mediterranean mashups and your Inca/Aboriginal combos and throw them into the duodenal waste bin. I’ve just discovered the ultimate fusion cuisine dish.
Haggis Pakora.
It’s Auld Lang Syne meets Shah Jehan. Rabbie Burns meet Mother Theresa. The Gorbals meets the Taj Mahal. A proper clash of cultures.
On my new iPhone I have downloaded an application called AroundMe. It is totally brilliant. Staying at the Grange, Holborn in London, I simply select Restaurants and AroundMe finds all the local ones, literally within a few hundred yards. I can then locate my favoured choice on a map and ask for directions, shortcut to its website or quicklink through to dial its telephone number.
I was intrigued by Trattoria Verdi because it was founded in 1964, the year of my birth. No resto lasts that long unless it has some loyal custos. The waitresses however, were probably born thirty years later and wore the slightly supercilious, bemused, and yet knowing smile of the receptionist that served Alan Partridge at the Norwich Travel Tavern.
In the classic comedy series, Fawlty Towers, Basil plans a gourmet night to attract a higher class of clientele to the infamous Torquay hotel. Kurt, the excellent new chef who fancies Manuel the Spanish waiter played by Andrew Sachs, until recently one of Jonathan Ross’ closest acquaintances, manages to get totally pie-eyed and passes out just before the dinner is supposed to be cooked. With guests already arriving, local restaurateur, André, comes to the rescue with a three choice menu of duck with orange, duck with cherry or duck surprise (duck with neither orange nor cherry), that never makes it to the table. The culmination of this disaster scenario is Basil thrashing his Austin 1100 with a branch in one of the funniest, well known and most repeated scenes of the comedy solar system.
So when Alan and Heidi invited us to Casa Mia Grande, a well known Italian restaurant in Chapel Allerton, for a “gourmet evening”, I quivered, took the car for a service, wore my stain proof pants and a shirt that could tolerate red wine spills.
I’ve been pretty unkind to Stresa. It is a fabulous location for a quiet holiday and I spent just a few Autumn days there. Plenty of boating, walking, cycling, even snow skiing a brisk 4 hour walk uphill away. But I ate out at a few places in the town and mostly found it poor reward for my day’s exercise.
One notable exception was Caffé Torino where a superb meal for two with a bottle of wine cost only £1,340,056, or €54.30 at today’s exchange rate. The antipasto (below) at €8 is one of the best value plates I have ever seen.
The Italian menu said Tagliere di Salumei di Mottarone which I translated as Viande Sechée or Succulent wind dried mountain pork and cheese from a nearby ski resort. However the local linguist settled for the dreadfully American Cold cuts which turns this simply beautiful display into a CSI murder victim found in the cellar of a lonely spinster.
Invited over to Darryl and Jayne’s for a bit of Scouse spicy scram and a few bottles of wine, Darryl was not surprised to see me turn up with a couple of bottles of Riesling.
Our mutual mate, Tony, calls Riesling sugary shite but that is unsurprising from a man whose wine sophistication is measured by the fact that he thinks Beaujolais should be served at 25 degrees centigrade.
I was kindly invited by the Queen’s Hotel to the Let’s Eat Leeds Leeds Restaurant Awards on 10 November, where I feel the awards counted on public or members’ votes were more representative of my views than those awards chosen by judges and “experts”. But then again, I am probably a little out of touch with the Leeds scene and really ought to go out more often in this fine city.
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