Thursday, October 27

Eating at La Figa..or in Italian; Vagina.

I flew in from Italy very early this morning and I am still in a daze from it all. I think it will take me a few days to let it all settle before I will be able to blog about it. In the mean time I will tell you about the meal I had the night before we flew to Rome.

We went to a restaurant in London called La Figa.

Now for those of you who do not speak Italian, La Figa means, quite simply, Vagina. So you can see why it's a popular establishment. The Brits have been telling me about the food there for over a year now, so there were some fairly high expectations. And let me just say, all were met and then some.

I have never, in all my life, eaten a better meal then the one  I had at La Figa. Dean and I both ordered a seafood dish. his had muscles and octopus, mine with prawns, but Sam ordered tagliatelle alla carbonara. As is custom when we all eat together we freely share each others dishes grabbing whatever looks good off each others plates. It might seem strange to others but the three of us are foodies, so sharing is a must when it come to dining.

I was more then happy with my pasta, cooked to absolute perfection in a beautiful red spicy sauce. I speared a huge chunk of octopus from Deans plate (actually quite fantastic when it's fresh from the sea) it was bliss and another check off the bucket list.

Then I tried Sams dish.

It was like eating silk. Savory, creamy, perfect silk. It was soft and gentle in my mouth and the most perfect balance of flavor I have ever had the pleasure of trying. Because I often rave about food, and seldom tell you about the stuff I eat that is total crap, I worry this will get lost among all the other food blogs I have done. So let me just make this clear by saying this meal was so perfect, so delightful, so sensual that after I had three bites, I absolutely burst into tears. Yes, I have cried a lot on this trip and laugh all you want about the silly thought of crying over food, but I am not joking when I say that this meal was truly that delicious I burst into tears. Not because I was tired, not for any sentimental reasons, solely and completely because it was heaven on a plate. I have never tasted perfection until my night at La Figa.I now see what all the fuss was about.

For dessert we had Creme brulee, Tiramisu and Lemon sorbet. The perfect ending to a perfect meal. A few short hours after dinner I flew to Rome and spent two life changing days in Italy.

It is now 2 am here, and tomorrow is my last day in England. I am not ready to go back.But sadly all good things must come to an end. I have so much to still show you and tell you about. My stories are far from over.
So for now goodnight, and I will write again soon. I need this last day  to say good bye to England, and my dear London. I will miss it terribly. My heart hurts thinking about leaving.



I am grateful for this, for all of this. For Drew who agreed to allow me this, even with everything. Thank you.

I am grateful for the way I feel and how this experience has changed me.

I am grateful so very very grateful.

1 comment:

Amy said...

Sounds Heavenly. :)