All reader reviews by indian4444
well, I may hail from somewhere a touch east of Italy but I still know that Pecorino doesn't play for Chelsea. I went to Carluccio's recently for lunch and really wished I'd gone to my proctologist instead. Infact, I may need to.
Being only 5 foot 2 it is somewhat hard to squish me but they managed to find me half a space on a joint table sandwiched between 10 others who had maxed out their credit at Sofas-r-us, given the scale and volume of their shopping. I was then served up what was described as a Lasagnetta con Porcini and it wasn't just the spelling that they got completely wrong. I realise that it takes an experienced pig to root out one porcini in an Italian forest so hand's up, I give in! By the time they took the dish away I still hadn't found mine. As for the Pannacotta, the taste was there, but the consistency reminded me of a nasty dose of tuberculosis.
I'll definitely be going back however, because the ambiance is character-building. Whenever I feel too smug and comfortable with my life, i'll trip on down to Carluccio's for the gastronomic equivalent of the Marine Commando's initial training.
Or maybe I'll cross the road, pop into Marks & Spencer, buy myself a Mascarpone and Tomato Tart and go home, where at least my dog pretends to like me.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Food 2 | Service 3 | Atmosphere 2 | Value for money 3