OCTOPUS MARIO VIP
Over the years there are many familiar faces who have been around a Sestri Levante, Some sat on the Octopus Mario tables to enjoy the delicacies "created" by Rudy and his chef, others saw them dancing until late at night in the discos of the owner of the Octopus, wowing the evenings of present, others are just coming to visit for a drink or a cup of champagne; but for all of them "among the tentacles of the Octopus Mario" experience it was unique, prove the certificates of trust, the thanks and the many friendships made.
NOODLES FOR BRIGITTE BARDOT
Distinguished guests attending my restaurant: I remember Walter Chiari and Alida Chelli who were home, Rex Harrison was often for my bianchetta, Liz Taylor and Richard Burton were enjoying a sunset at Portofino was not there. By now I had become accustomed to these actors, accounts and industrial, habitués of the cliff; but a strong emotion upset me
when by a beautiful yacht he came no other than the Brigitte Bardot.
She asked me what I was special to eat and fell in panic; I had finished all; the pasta and sauces!
In that moment it was the courage of lions and trying to buy time, I told her: “Mrs. Brigitte, the port suffered a bianchetta of Breccanecca and while you take a little’ sunny I bring the menu”
I went into the kitchen to my mother and told her: “But there Brigitte Bardot, ghe femmo things to eat? The nu ghe benefited ninte!”
My mom told me: “Spaghetti no, but flour and even marjoram; you go to take a little limpet that while I
At the height of the “ovens rock” There are beautiful red-haired limpets, I tore the middle bucket and then slipped using a
The charm of the Ligurian fried! I put on a blonde fried onion cut into thin strips; fried to golden, I evaporate a glass of white, fire and got up after 5 minutes put garlic and parsley and immediately after the limpets in part trite and partly whole.
II scent of fried flooded the rock and so do the nostrils of B.B. dozing in his sleep; the curiosity of his sense of smell drew her to turn the pan with a wooden spoon. Embarrassed and not knowing what to say, I threw down the most trivial sentence of world: “Mrs, It thinks that you know you enough salt?”.She smiled at me and nodded and tasted the sauce. It was made! The culinary approach was spinning at full speed and boldly continued: “A bit’ tomato would look good there, What do you say, we put it?”.He nodded and quickly a fresh tomato diced fell into the pan. My eyes, they could not be separated from the upper part of the bikini blue squares, They slid slowly over her mouth and eyes on…I was threatening to burn the bottom of the pan. The dream was short-lived. I heard screaming: “Brigitte…Brigitte, where are you?”On yacht, There was a cool tall blond (I had not noticed nor counted), who dived into the sea and brought the B.B. in shore. I returned to reality spadellando the limpets sauce with noodles and marjoram. Congratulations to no end! Brigitte told me that he had never eaten noodles so. But the compliments I do not comforted enough by the end of the dream. Brigitte went away with a cool blonde and I remained there with the waste paper account (around six thousand, for two people, including wine… Eh, and! Other times!) and half a dozen of regrets in languid heart. Ah! If at least, I'd had a camera!However, the cut to B.B. were the dish highlights of summer 1965. The name of the salts of the restaurant and I still share the evening I went to the Cove of Santa Margherita in the hope of meeting B.B. I dreamed Brigitte coming towards me and told me: “hello Rudy, your noodles were just special.”. He invited me to belittling the dish on his yacht, perhaps in a starry night. But this, ahimė, He was a dream. La B.B. not that I saw at the Cinema and…in my memory, that never gets old.
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