“Oh if you go for ossobucco and Tubetti, I won’t eat your pasta” says Monsieur. This is his polite way to say that I won’t be digging much of his Carbonara. But when it comes on my plate, it’s oh so good. The ossobucco isn’t served on the bone (our traditional way of having it), but shredded, like slow cooked meat. There’s no bone marrow to be seen (and Monsieur wants to thank Fratelli Fresh because he thinks it’s gross). There’s lemon juice and zest (a yes yes for Monsieur). so he ends up eating more of my dish than what was scheduled (normally, it goes the other way around.)
Monsieur’s Carbonara has had a change, the pancetta was crustier, almost crouton like when we last had it. I prefer their former rendition, though Monsieur doesn’t seem to mind at all, and thinks it’s still great. I wonder how much garlic is involved (it’s so good).
For dessert, Meringata with mango and passionfruit sounded like the healthy choice, but there’s plenty of sugar involved in the process. It’s good, but a bit too overwhelming and best shared (just like happiness!) so I’m happy to have Monsieur and his spoon (and even, Monsieur on his own).
Bill came down to just 56.50, and we left, very happy