Thursday 4 February
Another step on the road to
recovery: we managed to go out to dinner with a job candidate after a long
day. On Russel and Kathy's
recommendation, we chose a new place, Forno, far in the reaches of Hyde Park.
It's an informal, noisy room, with
rustic wooden furniture and a terrace and fire-pits out front. But the service is attentive, and we were
soon supplied with menus, water, an account of the specials, and red wine.
The specials supplied one of our
openers, an excellent swordfish crudo with pickled red onions and a couple of
slices of broiled eggplant. The other was
a bowl of honeycomb tripe Florentine-style, which is much like Roman-style:
braised in red wine and crushed tomatoes, and dusted with Parmigiano Reggiano;
it only needed some Blue Oven bread to sop up the sauce.
Again, we chose a special as one
of our mains: "porchetta" of salty brined pork loin wrapped in pork
belly, on a bed of green beans with tomato; while the menu offered an even
tastier option, two loin lambchops on a bed of spicy cannellini beans and rapini
pesto.
In sum, Forno is pretty good, but
would be more pleasant if they had comfy chairs and didn't play bad rock muzak
too loud.
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