Well, I managed to pay my taxes. The on-line system finally got itself together and let me make my advance donation to the Italian government. At least I won’t have to pay any fine. Now all I need is for someone to get round to paying me. Oh well, such is self-employed life.
At least last weekend I managed to get (lots of ‘gets’ in this post…) on down to the 442 for a full English brunch last Saturday, and it was good. I really had forgotten just how much I missed this tasty plate of unhealthy goodness.
On Sunday we went out with a group of our son’s school friends’ parents, and assorted kids for, wait for it. Yep, another ‘brunch’, except this time the brunch in question was nothing like the English breakfast, nor was it one of these imitation American brunches either. It was more like a buffet, in fact it was a buffet. Although only a brunch by name, it was not at all bad, but at €22 a head for growed-ups and €12 per little one, it was not exactly cheap.
The venue was the UTZ (info in Italian) restaurant in Via Solferino, which is slap bang in the middle of the posh, and pricey, part of Milan. Despite the highish price, I’d still recommend checking out this brunchy sort of meal. The buffet was excellent, and worthy of particular note was the asparagus mousse I tried, which was delicious. The best, as they say, was yet to come, for there was also a dessert buffet, and boy was it good. About ten different puddings to tuck into, and this being a buffet, it was OK to go for seconds, which I did. Diet on hold. Well, it was the weekend.
If you do decide to wander on over there, then try to book a table downstairs. This area is very attractive, it being a converted cellar, and you will be a couple of steps away from the buffets. This means that you can stuff yourself to your heart’s content. Oh, and there is also an area where you can leave the little ones, who will be looked after and kept occupied, thus enabling mum and dad to have a moment’s peace. In all, not a bad place.
Other things to report? Not really, apart from the continuing sausage saga. I now appear to have a regular Wednesday afternoon appointment to supervise sausage production, although I don’t really think I need to be there. However, I have noticed that the, very nice, chap who has been assigned to banger making has a tendency to make the said sausages a little bit on the long side, so my presence is required to curb his enthusiasm. I think he thinks he’s making Italian bangers, which are a little longer than the British variety. I dare say I shall manage to overcome this slight hiccup.
And guess what everyone is going to get for Christmas from me? Yep, that’s right, a kilo or so of finest English-style bangers! Although the portions of sausages will be presented in a festive fashion – read mini-hamper. Can’t wait to see the reactions.
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Everytime I read of your ongoing story of the bangers in Milan, a huge smile grows on my face and it all but turns into laughter.
Bravo!
Sorry for asking but I’m still trying to catch up on your posts..what’s with the sausages? haha. It seems you are on a sausage quest. Are you trying to find the perfect english banger in Italy? Please write and tell me what this is all about haha
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Happy Holidays to you and yours
Hi Di,
Happy to hear that my banging on about bangers makes you laugh. I have to admit that the whole thing is a wee bit farcical, but then again this sausage thing is quite a jolly jaunt!
Heaven only knows where this thing will take me, I mean it might just sizzle out…
All the best,
Alex
Thanks for dropping in to read about sausagey stuff Maryann.
If you manage to read all the sausage posts, you way be able to work out what the heck I am up to…
I will write to you, but only when the smoke becomes fire, says he, rather cryptically. Or you can follow some sausage progress though this ‘ere blog. It’s a story with several thousand miles, and could sizzle on, and on! Brain frying stuff. Ho di ho.
Although, continues he, digressing, I should not be saying ‘ho’, even though this is the season to be jolly, and all that.
Apparently a Santa down in New Zealand, I think it was, got sacked over saying ‘ho ho ho’. This Santa’s lords and masters considered that ‘ho ho ho’ could be offensive to women, seeing as ‘ho’ is American slang for whore. Bit to politically correct, if you ask me.
Anyway, many happy hols to you and yours, and I hope your festive season is, well, festive!
Best wishes,
Alex
haha..Yes I know! Someone’s take on santa from the ‘hood provoked that. Don’t people have anything better to do than pick on jolly ‘ol santa’s laughter phrases?! Jeesh.
You should be the new sausage king (although I couldn’t tell you who the present one is) and do like my ancestors..make your own.Either way, I will surely be back to keep track of your adventures in sausagedom
Hi Maryann,
The Santa thing is just plain daft!
“Someone’s take on santa from the ‘hood provoked that.”
This made me chuckle!:)
As for being the sausage king – well, nice idea. Time will tell – I potentially have a meeting, with my sausage prince, Gaetano, this week to talk bangers.
Tales from sausagedom will proceed!
All the best,
Alex
PS I had a sausage sandwich down at the 442 this evening – not at all bad. Versatile things these ‘ere sausages.