It's the beginning of a miserable week. Don the chef greets us with a new extended menu. As always he's touchingly proud of the new offerings. We start with a simple arugula salad with fennel, shaved parmesan and tiny little bitterly sour berries. Then comes the main course - a Roman speciality called Amatriciana. Don proudly informs us it's made not from pancetta but guincali. This I must try - mostly because Anthony Bourdain rhapsodized about the dish in his visit to Rome. What's good for my muse is perfect on a miserable rainy Monday.
will it never stop? I head home with happy stomach but with morbid Hemingway like thoughts of dying alone, in the rain. Ok, would you believe sleeping alone in the rain?
