Arterial stress at its very best
Hotel Bellevue, Cogne Valle d'Aosta, IT
First the weather...at Les Cretes it was 22C (71.6F). Here, 15km away it was 14C and dropped during lunch to 9C. Crazy. I watched the snow storm come from Mont Blanc to Gran Paradiso during lunch, in July.
Lunch at Bar a Fromage.
The room is typical Italian Alpine business: very cute, lots of wood and wood beams. Pewter table service makes it feel very 1880.
Ok, if I eat everything on the dish put in front of me I'll die or be 280 lbs. It's an entree plate filled with polenta covered with a poached egg (that has that sunny color that really fresh egg yolks have), about 20 slices of summer truffle, and surrounded by crispy bacon.
The other dish is maybe better. Small pasta Favo, tossed with a cheese sauce finished with tomato, small favas and covered with crispy brown breadcrumbs.
Next dish is Raclette, a semi-firm, salted cheese made from cow’s milk. God help us. Having these dishes with Costantino's top chardonnay from Les Cretes "Cuvee Bois" 2004. Probably should be served with an IV and my cardiologist on the side or maybe something brighter. Great wine - I did not choose as I should have though.
Raclette is served melting slowly at the table - probably a 24 ounce piece for 2 persons to share. They send you a basket of steamed, salted little potatoes and a plate of dried beef on the side in case the puddle of stinky, glossy goodness isn't sufficient. I found rolling slices of the potato in the cheese and using the dried beef as a counterpoint pretty gosh-darn pleasurable. Guess it's safe to say this is not the Italian cooking we think of in Baltimore typically.
First the weather...at Les Cretes it was 22C (71.6F). Here, 15km away it was 14C and dropped during lunch to 9C. Crazy. I watched the snow storm come from Mont Blanc to Gran Paradiso during lunch, in July.
Lunch at Bar a Fromage.
The room is typical Italian Alpine business: very cute, lots of wood and wood beams. Pewter table service makes it feel very 1880.
Ok, if I eat everything on the dish put in front of me I'll die or be 280 lbs. It's an entree plate filled with polenta covered with a poached egg (that has that sunny color that really fresh egg yolks have), about 20 slices of summer truffle, and surrounded by crispy bacon.
The other dish is maybe better. Small pasta Favo, tossed with a cheese sauce finished with tomato, small favas and covered with crispy brown breadcrumbs.
Next dish is Raclette, a semi-firm, salted cheese made from cow’s milk. God help us. Having these dishes with Costantino's top chardonnay from Les Cretes "Cuvee Bois" 2004. Probably should be served with an IV and my cardiologist on the side or maybe something brighter. Great wine - I did not choose as I should have though.
Raclette is served melting slowly at the table - probably a 24 ounce piece for 2 persons to share. They send you a basket of steamed, salted little potatoes and a plate of dried beef on the side in case the puddle of stinky, glossy goodness isn't sufficient. I found rolling slices of the potato in the cheese and using the dried beef as a counterpoint pretty gosh-darn pleasurable. Guess it's safe to say this is not the Italian cooking we think of in Baltimore typically.
