And I guess it serves me right. I was showing off to a well versed foodie friend about having supper in Syracuse and I had what was probably one of the worst meals in my life. Most definitely in the bottom three.... Take a tip from me and don't go to The Terrace restaurant which overlooks the harbour. I know .... We were seduced by the view (having been at sea all day.... Ahem) but the food definitely turned us off, to the point that we didn't end up paying as it was inedible.
Black plates were the first no no, with our involtini of swordfish stuffed with the traditional but tasteless breadcrumbs, raisins and pine nut mix and covered with a white sauce which looked like vomit.
The salad was from a tin - I swear - on dead lettuce leaves that even a starving slug would not eat. Thank heaves for the wine, an Insolia, which managed to lift my language skills to express my disgust.
Today's lunch was a much better affair. Laden with bags from Stefanel and Trussardi and tickets in hand to the famous opera dei pupi our faith in tourist town restaurants were revitalised with a plate of antipasti and another of pasta at Sicilia in Tavola on via Cavour - and at just € 25 including a glass of wine, water and coffees, I think I may head back into town to visit my friend Max Mara!
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