Finished my stuff early yesterday and thought I'd catch up with Janet for lunch.
We (i.e. me, with Janet's approval/blessing) decided to check out that little Jewish restaurant in the Jewish Ghetto that I vaguely remembered from last time.
I managed to get it very wrong, making every possible wrong turn, but by some weird coincidence we found ourselves just where I initially wanted to go.
Janet was heaps impressed with my navigation skills and who can blame her- the place is a little hole in the wall, with a nondescript door and some peeling post-it for a sign. It remains my little secret that I only found it through some Divine intervention.
Now the restaurant is actually not a restaurant. Officially it is a Cultural Association, probably gets them some tax benefits... So you need to sign up, a bit like you do in an RSL, and then you're invited to the wonderful world of Jewish Roman cuisine. Complete with a full-on Italian mother running the show, a grandmother supervising the kitchen, a little puppy dog and a million diners. We were actually super lucky to get there as they were opening for lunch. Fifteen minutes later there was a serious line of hungry italiani waiting outside, giving us (the foreigners) dirty looks.
Again- not sure God approves of their version of Jewish. It consisted of (amongst other things) bacon-filled pasta in sheep cheese sauce and Parmesan meatballs, so not strictly kosher. But since it was all delicious, I couldn't see a reason to make a big deal out of it.
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