Video: Sunday Lunch - Everyone to the sea
2024 Author: Cody Thornton | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 12:26
Summer, crisp breeze, desire for sun and salt. The night before round of phone calls: what we do what we don't do, let's go eat fish. Here, this is one of the proposals that make me run like hell towards the locker where I keep the talismans against the bad luck. Because I can already see reproduced on the screen, in the splendor of 75 millimeters, the scenes that afflict the memory.
Of course, first of all we have to get up early, to leave before the Milanese arrive. Because the Milanese had to be seen by the people of Emilia as a horde aligned with the starting line that was set in motion all at once. Then here is the two cubic meters of equipment in the trunk that we will not use, but you know, it takes. But above all the booking in a seat from the series "I know a place, you eat well and spend little".
At the fateful statement, you can try to investigate with the informer what convinces him in that firmness that you read in his gaze a little liquid of iron conviction. He will then tell you about this inn, on the Adriatic coast, where "They bring you some …." leaving the sentence in suspense allusively. Investigate, and here are the 18 warm and cold appetizers, the seafood risotto (!), The beautiful red spaghetti with clams, and finally the mythological grill.
You already see in front of you the pile of crustaceans of Rambaldian size and appearance, and the extermination of fish of various kinds, confusingly roasted in bundles. You can already imagine the flasks of white wine, with greenish reflections, poured freely as a torrent. Can you imagine the pyramids of mixed fried foods: rings, squid, shrimp and tufts, served in mounds with fearful lemon slices to garnish everywhere.
Yet there will be addresses where you can take friends without being ashamed at the time of addition and without suffering from self-destructive urges during lunch near our beaches. Pleasant stops at Buca di Cesenatico, on the canal port, or the Anita on the pier. La Locanda dei Salinari in Cervia, with some space also for elegance; from Anna or the Laghetto in Portonovo di Ancona. Nonna Sceppa in Capaccio, not really on the sea, but very valuable, or Cosimino in Porto Cesareo.
But if I wanted to take my friends and families to eat fish within 50 bags, what should come to my mind?
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