At the beginning of a week in Tuscany, I immediately stopped at a bookstore in Florence and bought an armload of Italian language restaurant guides–the SLOW FOOD OSTERIE D’ITALIA, MICHELIN ITALIA and the L’ESPRESSO restaurant guide to Italy. I also checked out a couple of websites and arrived with a batch of printed pages, so I figured that there was no way that I could fail to eat spectacularly well during my travels here.
Wrong. If I didn’t expect much from the MICHELIN ITALIA, it didn’t deliver much either, leading us to two very ordinary meals in restaurants where the gnocci was industrially made, sauteed zucchini was reheated in a microwave that turned it to mush, the bread was stale, and the grated Parmesan as fragrant and tasty as sawdust,and all of this despite the fact that the front doors of the offending tables were slapped thick with Michelin decals. This is why I think decals are a bad idea, since they live on long past any valid recommendation, and people tend to use them as visual abbreviations to good gastronomic judgement, i.e, “Oh, look, that place has a Michelin sticker, let’s have lunch there.” What I found really sad in my Michelin meals was that I naively never thought that Italy was capable of cheapening its food to such a degree. I also found, as I have for the last decade or so, that this guide’s rudder tacks towards a fancified Gallic style of cuisine I haven’t enjoyed in many years, or in other words, if you’re wondering where la nouvelle cuisine went to retire into a polite senescence it was Italy.
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