Because panna cotta is a game. Pacman, in fact.
I always want to believe in Panna Cotta. That, if it is just prepared correctly, then it is actually some sort of amazing, delicate delight. But it is JUST NOT TRUE.
I had a dinner in an italian restaurant, Crudus, in a very chic area between Opera Garnier and the Louvre. A little pear bubbly. Artichoke hearts alla Romana (finely cut and pan fried in garlic and olive oil) and "big pasta" in a pumpkin sauce with scamorza cheese. Simple, true italian food. And then stupid panna cotta.
I had a dinner in an italian restaurant, Crudus, in a very chic area between Opera Garnier and the Louvre. A little pear bubbly. Artichoke hearts alla Romana (finely cut and pan fried in garlic and olive oil) and "big pasta" in a pumpkin sauce with scamorza cheese. Simple, true italian food. And then stupid panna cotta.
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