Saveur Magazine Tweeted it today. At Huffington Post they featured it too. The same video of same two guys named Frank. In New York. The center of the universe. The Franks make a pasta sandwich and call it genius.
Mama Mia, che schifo!
Just because you can, does not mean you should. More than that, no one should take you seriously when you do.
In my humble opinion, this is just one fine example of why povera America will never rule the world again. Gluttony, greed, disrespect for culture, tradition. No attempt at at greatness, just putting together any ol thing and call it good. Kind of like a sandwich.
What is a sandwich anyway? It's something between two pieces of bread, no? An afterthought, a midday snack, something to give children when they come home from school. An in between. It is not 'a meal between two pieces of bread', because a meal is something else all together. Not to say that sandwiches aren't fantastic. I love, adore, am tempted to eat all sorts of sandwiches. Just not a fucking pasta sandwich. Yikes people. Stop it.
The paninification of America. With those two coglioni making a pasta sandwich and getting it featured in Saveur, well...there is little left between today and Circles 3, 4 & 6.
Anyway. Opinions are my own.
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Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
How the Italians Do It
Spuntino. Roughly translated it means 'snack' in Italian. Little bit of something to satisfy a desire, not necessarily hunger. A plate of this or that with a short glass of wine, a casual conversation with friends over a small white cup of espresso ....
It was fairly quiet this afternoon, the rush of the lunch crowd already gone when the Arizona beauty and I came for a quick peek at the new Italian breakfast/lunch spot on the ever hip 32nd Ave in NW Denver.
Decor is simple, the colors are soothing and because we have momentarily entered Italy and not Starfucks, I am overjoyed when I see that Mr. Parisi carries real ceramic cups with which a person can enjoy a single, short, Italian espresso.
The gorgeous corner windows are the same as before, good for daydreaming and getting a 'through the glass' suntan on a freezing bright winter day.
We split a lovely Piadina sandwich
with prosciutto, stracchino and the ubiquitous arugula.
From there, we just jumped right off the wagon and delved into the gelato.
The show case was all pretty colors; light greens and delicate pinks, dark chocolate and intense purple berry, pretty little containers of semi freddo desert, mounds of airless gelato.
Popsicles with weird but cool combinations like Cerlery and Lime
and Blackberry Basil.
Not to mention Nutella.
Compliments of the house we were the first to sample the Strawberry/Fior di Sicilia combination which was delightful with a hint of Rose and fresh burst of summer red. What a great little place to visit. Often.
It was fairly quiet this afternoon, the rush of the lunch crowd already gone when the Arizona beauty and I came for a quick peek at the new Italian breakfast/lunch spot on the ever hip 32nd Ave in NW Denver.
Decor is simple, the colors are soothing and because we have momentarily entered Italy and not Starfucks, I am overjoyed when I see that Mr. Parisi carries real ceramic cups with which a person can enjoy a single, short, Italian espresso.
The gorgeous corner windows are the same as before, good for daydreaming and getting a 'through the glass' suntan on a freezing bright winter day.
We split a lovely Piadina sandwich
with prosciutto, stracchino and the ubiquitous arugula.From there, we just jumped right off the wagon and delved into the gelato.
Popsicles with weird but cool combinations like Cerlery and Lime
Not to mention Nutella.
Compliments of the house we were the first to sample the Strawberry/Fior di Sicilia combination which was delightful with a hint of Rose and fresh burst of summer red. What a great little place to visit. Often.
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