Apart from the occasional slice of Piave, I’ve had no Italian food since the weekend. So much for maintaining a spirited blog! Not even a Turinot can lift my sinking mood. Perhaps I could steer my weekend visitors to South Philly instead of a Stephen Starr joint.
Come to think of it, I wonder why Starr doesn’t have an Italian-themed restaurant? I could see it now: ultra-modern space in an old industrial site, refashioned by Renzo Piano of course, with a food designer by the likes of Ferran Adrià, of the famed “El Bulli” restaurant in Spain. My friend Google found someone already: Davide Scabin, whose restaurant Combal.Zero sits in the Castello di Rivoli of all places, near where my Italian family lives.
Carla’s springtime picture
Of course this fleeting fantasy of mine smacks of pretension in the highest degree. Must simply be withdrawal symptoms. If I make it back from Center City Sips with any degree of hunger, perhaps I’ll cook something up tomorrow.