There are some tastes that you simply can’t describe- they have to be, well, tasted. Truffle is one of those.
It shouldn’t taste good- it certainly doesn’t look good…and who would put money on the amount of flavor that comes from one single super-fine shave of the stuff.
I had it today in one of the simplest, yet most amazingly awesome plate of pasta I have ever had- just tagliatelle, with butter, parmesan, nutmeg and finely shaved black truffles. Decadence on a plate.
I’ve blogged Jamie’s Italian before- check the post out here.
My return visit didn’t disappoint.
My friend also remarked just how Melbourne the place feels- Sydney is usually so blue and sparkly and glitzy. This is raw, unpretentious and anytime all day food- with a glass of red. Very Melbourne.
What we ate:
The antipasta plank ($13.50 per head). You simply have to.
The side of rocket, gorgonzola and walnut worked perfectly with that, providing good nibble material as we solved the problems of the world.
I had the afore-mentioned tagliatelle ($24) and my friend had the ligurian fish stew ($27)- that was bread dunkingly good…
We shared a dessert special- todays was a semi freddo served with red wine poached pears and a spiced red wine reduction ($9.00).
This time I even remember to take my phone into the bathrooms to get a photo of the graffiti art on the walls. And no, that wasn’t how it ended up in the toilet last time!