Food Threesome

It’s Father’s day and I am getting ready for my BDSM food experience.

I don’t know why the most inappropriate things happen on the most religious dates.

My children are with their dad, so I came here with two my best friends. Forgive me Father.

I walk down to the place and like you would expect, nobody is particularly interested, as they are all busy entertaining themselves or working on the floor.

This Italian space is the most contemporary Italian space I have found in Sydney: relaxed, unpolite, couldn’t-care-less, cool and hip.

The waiters are all goodlooking or, alternatively, Spanish. The music makes you feel like you are in Ibiza, at your tenth gin tonic, dancing half naked under a water fountain. (I am sure you have been there). So you feel unrealistically goodlooking and trendy, like everyone else.

All this fashionable quirkiness reminds me of Milan. I am far from the friendly warmth of the Amalfi coast, the homemade lasagnas of auntie Mariella and the tanned whistling contruction workers that shout “Ciao Bella” everytime you pass- even if you are evidently ugly.

But somehow this is more my scene. As a a stuck up bitch, I mean.

The place is famous for the neapolitan pizza and the pastas, but my favourite dish is “Arrosticini”: a triumph of sexy, juicy, meat skewers from Abruzzo.

Our problem is that we can’t stop, so when we are finished, we ask for olive oil to lubricate the dish and then we dip our fingers in, slowly and relentlessly, to absorb all the pleasures of the meat.

It’s like heaven. And you need two things: the lamb and the loaves.

I don’t know why the most inappropriate things happen on the most religious terms.

@Orazio Bondi Beach

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