Alidoro addiction.

Once again I’m being a BAD CRITIC because I’m going to visit my buddy Walter at Alidoro every day.  I was warned that his sandwiches were extremely addictive, and those who did the warning weren’t joking: I think I was craving a repeat meal of yesterday’s Arzibubo, with Genoa salami, smoked mozzarella, sun dried tomatoes, artichokes, and sweet peppers.  I don’t even usually like sun dried tomatoes and artichokes, so obviously there’s some kind of addiction taking place.

I think the special Bastardino sandwich I had on Monday was even better – the same smoked mozzarella (not extremely salty like Joe’s Dairy’s was a few weeks back), adulterated with arugula, sweet peppers, and the Italian bacon known as pancetta.  Fantastic stuff, that pancetta, let me tell you – not at all like American bacon, it’s more like a thick prosciutto in some ways.  I was lucky enough to get the last portion, and I will be ordering it again when it’s available.

Later this week, I’m taking a group of folks out to Cheburechnaya – should be a good time, and I’ll be sure to fill you in on all of our various exploits.  I hope to get some additional food adventures in soon, as it’s been entirely too long.