The best breakfast I ever had was at Palermo, Sicily. 2004. The worst lunch I had was also at the same place. The breakfast was free. So now I know that the best things in life are free. And I don’t have just words to thank for that. I have bacon strips, eggs, toast, loads of tarts to acknowledge. But the peach took the cake. Not on a date! Those absolutely juicy, huge , heavenly slices with some syrup on it…i must have finished them all twice over.
And then there was lunch. Unfortunately, I’m not really cut-out for the sea-food heaven on Earth. I avoided all the highly recommended dishes and did the colossal mistake of asking for some veg. With some elaborate explanation about fish not being my type of veg, I asked for veggies. The waiter, an elderly guy, said I reminded him of his daughter and was VERY sure that he knew exactly what I was looking. Both of us, he in his broken English and me, pretty much matching his expertise, figured out a dish which I imagined my Mom cooking and he probably visualized his daughter gobbling. After much fan-fare what was served with a doting smile was this.
Yep, that’s it. No famous cheese sprinkled and crunchies to go with it. He made sure that he hung around and ask me several times whether I liked it.
My answer to that has to be the most consistent lie anyone has ever spoken.
I never found those amazing peaches again.