The night Ritesh finally arrived from Mumbai, we picked him up from the Heathrow Express at Paddington, and then got whisked away to Notting Hill for some fabulous Italian grub at Assaggi. We were wondering what 'Assaggi' means and decided it must be the name of some pretty village somewhere in Emilia Romagna or something, but I just looked it up and turns out it means 'samples' or 'nibbles'. Just as well... thanks, Delia and Matthias, loved the place, and this was a great dinner!
We started with kirs for the gentlemen, a prosecco for Delia, and a campari soda for yours truly, since somebody ventured the idea that campari, being herb-based, might do wonders for my tummy. It didn't, really, but it was worth a try...
pear salad w/ pomegranate, walnuts and a nice cheese - I forget which kind it was
my gnocchi w/ wild boar ragout
Ritesh's interestingly twirled simple pasta w/ tomato and basil - this wasn't even on the menu, but it was so all he wanted after a fortnight in India that they made it for him
Dessert: semi-freddo of amaretto w/ crushed amarettini in it - fantastic!
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