For reasons unknown – at least to myself – I seem to be incapable of adequately stocking up on food for Sunday. It comes I suppose from growing up in a country where supermarkets are open virtually 24/7 and from general disorganisation, but so it is that I often find myself having to eat out that day. Generally it’s a toss up between paella on the beach at lunchtime, or somewhere cheap and cheerful with some friends and a bottle of wine in the evening.
Recently, some old pals were in town from Paris and we agreed to hook up at La Bella Napoli (C/ Margarit 14, Poble Sec, 93 442 5056) to say adéu, or should that be adieu? Anyway, now that they live in Paris it’s a bit hard to compete on the food stakes, but given we all have a penchant for the Sofia Loren pizza (ruccola, parmesan and slivers of bresoala) it was agreed. All I can think is that I’ve not been to La Bella Napoli on a Sunday before, because how else could I have missed the Sunday-only specials: proper lasagna and meatballs.
Generally I’m not a fan of going out for pasta – I always feel cheated somehow – but this lasagna was the stuff that mafiosa deals are made over. Tall as a haystack, with a fresh tomato, pork and chicken liver ragu, layers and layers of pasta, creamy béchamel and no sneaking in of cheese. With a shared salad, lemon fried anchovies, crisp breaded artichokes and a couple of glasses of plonk, the bill came in at €27. Gotta love those Italians. TS
P.S. Make sure you book ahead, an empty table on Sunday’s unheard of.