Favorite restaurants came up in a conversation this week. It was strange because I used to keep a ruthlessly landscaped mental list of my top 3-5 meals ever eaten. It had to be a such a short list. Terrible memory aside, the point was to restrict it to those meals which made me want to crawl inside my mouth and die with pleasure. (That’s really saying something for a girl who generally finds food so boring that eating three times a day is a chore she often fails at.)
It’s been a long time since I cultivated that list and sadly now I can only remember that the very start of The List was at a restaurant of Wolfgang Puck’s in LA (ages ago, at the start of the famous-chef-branded restaurant craze) and another was a random little nothing restaurant in Catania, Sicily with shattered pieces of mirror on the wall. That is quite sad as the ruins of such a special list. Stupid memory.
Point being, a restaurant has recently revived The List… Continue Reading