Bunny Abroad

The parmesan Nazi

So, lunchtime in Ealing, and we’ve got 2 for 1 vouchers for Caffe Uno…a whole group falling in, but being met by friendly-ish enough waiter. I decide to go for the Risotto Marinara, and our food is served fairly quickly and without much fuss…until I ask for parmesan on my risotto. Silly me should of course know that it is not an Italian tradition to grate parmesan over seafood dishes (but perfectly normal to add copious amounts over a lasagne already swimming in cheese). Being very fond of cheese and also fairly persistent I got my way (and the parmesan) in the end; but the waiter walked off mumbling something like “Mamma Mia” and a lot of Italian swearwords we didn’t quite catch, all to the great amusement of the group. Talk about a Seinfeld moment

By the way; what is the thing about the waiters clinging on to the black pepper mill and the parmesan like their lives depended on it…only to pop over to your table at the least convenient moment. Why not just leave it on the table?