Pulcinella was booked by La Pezzita's boyfriend for a post-rugby meal, so it was there that six of us made our considerably merry way from the Baa-baa's victory.
Beer goggles of the tastebuds- there must be a better phrase- are always a bit of a liability, however a plate of bread and olives and some water possibly reduced the risk.
I ate Venison Ravioli. It came with a sprinkling of flat leaf parsley over a dressing of butter which reflected the basic but spot-on appeal of the whole dish. The pasta was delicate in both taste- enhanced by the butter and parsley- and texture, while being strong enough to contain a filling of venison. No discernible spices or anything else to distract from a surprisingly subtle game flavour. I had originally planned to give the ravioli 10/10 but with a bit of distance- and lashings of banter from The Fisherman- I'm thinking 9/10; the venison was very finely minced, basically pureed, and chopped venison might have been better from a texture point of view.
The Fisherman was with us, and both he and Mr Pezzita were underwhelmed by the size of the portions of pork belly, although they did concede that it was perfectly tender.
The ravioli portion was small enough that I was still hungry for pudding. I love marzipan and almonds, especially combined with stone fruits, so the plum and almond tart was the obvious choice. Tart plums, light, slightly eggy frangipane, with the natural sweetness of the nuts allowed to shine by a fairly plain pastry case, add some whipped mascarpone with a suggestion of rum- what is there not to like? Another 9/10.
