London Eating. London Drinking. London Clubbing. Basically things to do in London. Free things. Fun things. Quirky things. This is what I do. This is what I will write about. This is my London blog.
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I had wanted to go to Rotorino since it first opened but
neither of my foodie partners in crime were keen. They may have had a point, as
it was a little hit and miss.
My companion was a bit of a glutton and wanted to do it
right – a primi, secondi and thirdi course. Plus dessert. I knew I wouldn’t be
able to manage that much but was happy to try a bit of his along the way. He
ordered the bresaola as his primi, whereas I, of course, couldn’t resist the
bread-based starter of ‘Three toasts’ – three rather large slices of bread
topped with tomatoes, cannellini beans and cime de rapa (not all at once). These were great
actually, but incredibly filling. Each one provided a very different flavour profile and I'm not sure which I liked most. Light and juicy tomatoes, earthy and rich beans or the irony tang of the greens.
Luckily, I was not a fan of the gnudi we ordered to follow
this and contented myself with only one of the rather claggy balls of pumpkin
with sage. They sat in a buttery, thick sauce which did nothing to stem the
overall stodge. Genuinely did not want to eat more than one of these. One of the most unpleasant textures my tongue has ever been presented.
The pasta with sausage, chilli and breadcrumbs however,
was very pleasing and just the kind of buttery pasta dish I enjoy. It was a
little light on chilli (as most things are for my tastes) but I liked
everything else about it. My friend assured me his steak was very good, and I
availed myself of one of the mound of fried potatoes he’d got with it (very
apt, considering he is Irish).
We debated about sharing a dessert, which somehow turned
into having one each. I had the panna cotta with rhubarb, he had cannoli. The
Sopranos were mentioned more than once in this meal.
The lack of delicate presentation aside, for the panna
cotta, it was alright – the rhubarb was on point but I was neutral about the
panna cotta itself. Mayhap I was just too full to enjoy it.
And I confess I've never really got cannoli. These ones were the same as others I've had - I could take 'em or leave 'em.