anytime now, though i’m not sure in which order, my child will awake from her nap, and my mother and my aunt will arrive on my doorstep. this will be the cue to bundle everyone off to bar italia for a late sunday lunch. who knows what treats and surprises will be in store: a tiramisu-affogato? a great big sugo stain down the front of my shirt? in fact, while getting dressed earlier, i took the child’s grubby paws into consideration, and put on a black tshirt.
there is a bar italia in london too; you’ve probably been reading about it at stellou for several months now… “the boys at bar italia this… the boys at bar italia that…”
the first time nellie took me there was about 10.30 on a tuesday night, post-drizzle, and more importantly, post-”fame, the musical” at the aldych. we were still gobsmacked by what passes for musical theatre these days (and outraged at the lack of the song, “fame”), and felt we had to sit down to something sweet to recover our sense of balance. while the hot chocolate and tiramisu were ultimately forgettable (and really, i can’t even remember if that’s what i actually had), the street theatre that unfolded before us — drunken, dischevelled yobbo taunts dapper black bouncer — was an enjoyable few minutes.
but we were back for lunch a week later, and a pizza was ordered. what a pizza!
all thin, crunchy crust with a modest amount of melty cheese. and on top, just left to wilt at their own sweet pace, several handfuls of rocket and great sheets of prosciutto. a large bottle of chili oil had preceded the pizza, and was put to good use. one of the best pizze ever, oh yes.
addendum: no saucy stains on anyone, not even the baby! a ricotta cannoli split five ways was our reward.
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oh, that pizza looks like a pillow.
tonight im going to try making a chicago style deep dish pizza with mushrooms and more mushrooms.
i ♥ mushroom pizza!!
have you ever had the mushroom pizza at pompei in bondi? it has a mixture of mushrooms on a mushroom puree sauce, instead of a tomato base. so good!
i love mushroom anything. infact ive been eating grilled cheese and mushroom toasties for the last week for dinner.
i’ve only had the pleasure of having gelato and coffee and pompei’s … and my friend saada (the one who joined us for high tea) says the pizza is really good too. now that she is back from italy we may be visiting pompei’s very soon
are you serious? they didn’t sing “fame” in “fame: the musical”?? i would have demanded my money back! xk
they played a tantalising few bars during the show, but it was only right at the end — like, after the story was finished and the actors were taking their bows — that the leroy character told the audience to stick around because it wasn’t really over yet, and there was still something more… and then the dead cocaine addict character (sort of irene cara) rode up on a flash car, and then the tinny na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-naaaahhhhh kicked in, and then they sang “fame”. but not even the whole song; they missed a verse. ch.
pah! no wonder you couldn’t focus afterward. i would have been cross-eyed with frustration.
but that pizza looks divine! i am on day six of my fast, and my third day of grape juice and grapes. bleugh.
i heart bar italia
much. and more. the boys are there to talk about. the first time i went there, it was 11pm on a friday night and heaving; i was squashed up against a boy rockstar (inadvertently) who was staring down a boyish theatre star; they were sizing up who was wearing the most eye makeup in the room. it was a tie between them.
(there is a large t h i s in that empty space above)