Sunday, July 4, 2010

Italy Journal 8 - Teatro del Sale & Parma/Modena



Friday was one of my favorite days yet in Florence. In my cooking class, we made Saltimbocca alla Romana which are thin veal cutlets rolled with proscuitto and sage leaves, cooked in olive oil and marsala wine. The drippings are thickened into a sauce and served on top. The taste is at once earthy, salty, and sweet – like a party in your mouth that you just don't want to end. To my horror, one of my station-mates in class got a bunch of paper towels to "blot all that greasy stuff off" her piece. Some people just do not deserve to eat in Italy!!

After class I went for a walk in a different part of town and got completely lost for about an hour. Florence has many tiny streets that sometimes feel like they just lead you in circles, and since the streets are so narrow, unless you are in the center of town, it's not easy to orient yourself according to the landmarks, unlike New York. With my useless map in hand, I just walked around and around until things finally started to look more familiar. Another interesting thing about Florence is that the locals don't know the names of streets, either. So if you are, say, trying to find a particular street, unless you know a nearby landmark/church/or market, you are pretty  much out of luck getting directions.

The goal of all that wandering was to reach the Teatro del Sale, translated as the Theater of Salt. It's a very exclusive dinner club run by the chefs and owners of Cibreo, one of the best restaurants in Florence. The irony of the name comes from the fact that the bread in Florence does not contain salt. During the middle ages, Pisa, a rival city, decided to levy an exorbitant tax on salt to Florence, and they responded by doing without, proudly. I've gotten used to the bread and really like it, by the way. The tap water is fine to drink, too, in case you were wondering.

In order to have dinner at Teatro del Sale, you have to become a member, at the cost of 5 Euro for one year for foreigners. Locals pay more. There can only be 99 members at any given time, so it is never overcrowded or touristy. When you walk in, it is clearly an old Theater, but all the seats have been detached from the floor and are positioned around small dinner tables mostly for 2 or 4 people. The ceiling is huge, with old wooden rafters and there's a stage with regal velvet curtains. Off to the side is a table with unlimited water, seltzer (called Frizzante here) and free flowing red table wine. There's fancier wine for purchase, too.

A buffet table with servers has about 15 different vegetable and pasta dishes, everything from pesto pasta to hummus, braised carrots, lentils, baked tomatoes, fresh bread sticks, etc. Through a huge glass window you can watch the chefs work on the various meat and fish courses. When something is ready – be it mushroom soup served in mugs sans spoons, meatballs livornese, clams and mushrooms, baked eggplant with cream, or any other number of amazing dishes, one of the chefs passionately sings out a description of the food (in Italian) at the top of his lungs and we go up to the window to get our individual portion directly from the cooks. I was with my friend Julie and each time we went up, this particularly charming young chef would generously describe each dish and its ingredients to us in English.

You return used plates to the dishwashers through a little opening near the kitchen. Even the guys doing the dishes are happy and seem to have having a good time. Back there, they are eating the same food as us. At the Teatro, everyone seemed to be happy to be there, especially the staff. This added so much to the experience.

Dinner began at 7:30 and was over by 9:15 and I could not have eaten one more bite! Toward the end, I was taking dishes just to taste them as I was so full of goodness. My meal at Teatro del Sale was without a doubt the most delicious one I've had here, and that says a lot considering some of the food I've had the pleasure of tasting over the past three weeks. The show part of the evening was two Italian jazz  musicians singing Bob Dylan with guitar and bass accompaniment. I asked my 20 yr old companion if she liked Bob Dylan and she said she only knew him from the TV show "Full House". (That's Bob Saget, the comedian, not Bob Dylan, I said with a smile.)

Since I didn't take any pictures at Teatro del Sale, I am attaching some photos of my trip through Parma and Modena where I saw/tasted parmesan cheese making, proscuitto aging, and tasted real balsamic vinegar. I am bringing back a huge piece of real parmesan cheese and some traditional balsamic vinegar that was aged for 25 years. The proscuitto is aged in the countryside of Emilia Romagna. The salty winds of the sea meet the northern winds and it's the combination of special air that lends the meat it's special taste.

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