Alimentary, my dear Buford

The Guardian digests Buford:

It takes a man with a large ego to accept one of my dinner invitations. Mario Batali, chef and co-owner of Babbo, Manhattan's most famous Italian restaurant is one of them. He came bearing his own quince-flavoured grappa. I took out my white, dense slab of lardo. He glanced down at it, his huge masculine frame rocking in a testosterone-busting parenthesis, before producing his own.

And it only gets better. (Hav, via Chocolate Lady.)

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[BK]

Just finished reading the Buford last night, actually. The Babbo bits are a bit heavy on the lardo for my tastes, but there's fascinating food geek stuff in the Italy chapters.