Caffe La Terra
This post is for foodophiles only. Following will be a detailed description of lunch to skip it if you don't like to read about food.
Hans had soup and salad. Soup was very tasty but looked like... soup.
The salad, however, was beautiful. Imagine a long, rectangular white plate divided in two. Each half is slightly scooped. One half had a centerpiece of cherry tomatoes and bocconcini in a balsamic sauce,sprinkled with chopped basil. The other side of the plate had a towering mixture of baby lettuce leaves of varieties that boggle the mind. Separating the two were long skinny soft breadsticks, as thin as a pencil only longer. Beautiful presentation, but enough about the salad.
I had salmon fillet sitting on a bed of spinach, sprinkled with pommegranate seeds, ultra thin slices of fried garlic, cashews, and sauteed wild mushrooms. This colourful boundy was surrounded by an orange sauce and served on a slender oval white platter. It delivered on its good looking promise by tasting as good as it looked.
Tea followed, and I chose fruit tea. It came in a tall porcelain mug with a lid. Under the lid and suspended from the cup rim was a ceramic sieve holding chopped dried fruit, which I let steep. A separate pot of honey came with a delicate wooden spiral for serving, and a lemon wedge. Beautiful and delicious.
Hans had soup and salad. Soup was very tasty but looked like... soup.
The salad, however, was beautiful. Imagine a long, rectangular white plate divided in two. Each half is slightly scooped. One half had a centerpiece of cherry tomatoes and bocconcini in a balsamic sauce,sprinkled with chopped basil. The other side of the plate had a towering mixture of baby lettuce leaves of varieties that boggle the mind. Separating the two were long skinny soft breadsticks, as thin as a pencil only longer. Beautiful presentation, but enough about the salad.
I had salmon fillet sitting on a bed of spinach, sprinkled with pommegranate seeds, ultra thin slices of fried garlic, cashews, and sauteed wild mushrooms. This colourful boundy was surrounded by an orange sauce and served on a slender oval white platter. It delivered on its good looking promise by tasting as good as it looked.
Tea followed, and I chose fruit tea. It came in a tall porcelain mug with a lid. Under the lid and suspended from the cup rim was a ceramic sieve holding chopped dried fruit, which I let steep. A separate pot of honey came with a delicate wooden spiral for serving, and a lemon wedge. Beautiful and delicious.
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