One of my goals with the trip to Italy was to eat pasta at least once a day. (The others were: 1. eat gelato at least once a day, 2. eat lots of fish and seafood, 3. wear a dress/skirt every day, 4. send post cards to your family. I did all of them except number 4. I blame food coma and Prosecco haze.)
One place that really delivered on the pasta front was Polo, a relaxed and unpretentious yet fantastic ristorante close to the sea. As the picture tells you, I went all in an ordered lobster spaghetti, that came in a tomato and chili sauce. For dessert I had tiramisu. All this, plus my b-friend’s three courses, plus a bottle of wine and a bottle of water, plus cover charge, was only about 65 euros. Crazy cheap if you compare to what it would have been in Sweden.
It’s just something about lobster. When I was little, my mom told me and my brother that we didn’t like it and made us hamburgers instead. Later, she confessed it was too expensive to waste on two little brats, but I grew up thinking lobster really wasn’t all that. Yes, I was wrong. Lobster is very much the shit. I guess part of it is I feel somewhat exclusive when I eat it, even though I’m really clumsy with the lobster tong. The other part of it is that it tastes like, you know, amazing. Lobster and spaghetti. What a simple yet fantastic combo.