Sunday, December 10, 2006

Pizza and its Impact on International Relations

This has been an abysmal weekend. The weather's dreary and the mood's dismal. And I’ve been at my desk for hours on end, working on my International Relations essay, due the following Thursday. It ain't easy. Despite copious amounts of coffee and generous helpings of chocolate, there’s been little inspiration. The sublime and sweet sounds of J S Bach, which usually weave a magical tapestry around my mind, have instead consigned me perilously close to unconsciousness.

So let’s liven up this blog post with more references to restaurants and food. For I took a good break yesternight and headed out to the Hampstead area for dinner. Fratelli la Bufala's the name of the place, which had come highly recommended. Apparently, it’s a spin-off from an actual Italian-based operation, and the gentleman who served us came with the requisite continental accent to charm/con the three of us gathered there.

We had a cheese salad, followed by a potato and eggplant starter – does calling it aubergine make it sound cooler? – and then two nicely-prepared pizzas – one with cheese, and other with sausage bits. Banish all thoughts of American-styled pizzas with everything on top. Instead, these were thin, irregular and austere looking products, though surprisingly scrumptious. And when accompanied by a bottle of the house red wine, one does become a wee bit more generous in spirit.

The verdict? Do check it out, if you’re in Hampstead or North London. But if you’re elsewhere and are dying for some good pizza or pasta, I’m sure there are many more Italian restaurants around.

1 Comments:

Blogger lucid247 said...

Is school so bad that food becomes more interesting to blog about?

11:59 AM  

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