Here goes...
I love that film for so many reasons. I can just watch it over and over. It makes me think, and actually get up and go to Roma because that is the closest thing I can get to where Bobbie breathed and existed. (And next stop, obviously, is Positano.) Overall it is a lovely film, to me, anyway.
Was never a big follower of Italian food till only few years ago. Even when first watched this film (was back in 97, I think it was,) I never really had real Italian meals. (Look, spag bol is NOT Italian, and I pity the fool who has to chop up spaghetti before scooping it out with spoon.)
So when Faith and fake Damon talks about scampi, I had no idea what it was. Heard people talk about it, but had not really encountered to one, so wasn't sure if it was actually a dish, or ingredients. I picked up a dictionary, found out what it was, and wondered what the fuss about this particular kind of shrimp.
Then, when I finally had chance to go to Italy, I have decided to pick up a posh tab for the experience.
It was in a small town on the South coast of Italy, with some hills going up and down along the sea line. I climbed up to one of the hills, and got to the restaurant was told about by our guide.
It was a cold windy day of early summer, and the time was just at the restaurant opening time, I was the first one to arrive, alone. It was a beautiful place, looking down the Mediterranean ocean and deepening orange sunset, so I refused to sit by the window.
I didn't want to be in a way of couples who are after romantic scenery and lightings. I picked the least visible spot for myself, as I spent whole afternoon being blown in salty wind while waiting with a camera in my hands for waves to break against black volcanic rocks at the bay, wearing this light blue anorak. I was totally out of place.
I mean, all the waiters wore bow ties, and all other patrons wore dresses and suites. And I saw a wall of photos of past (and probably present) patrons, majority of which was of table full of enormous amount of food surroundings the great Luciano Pavarotti himself. Should have left then, but the quick check on menu did seem affordable enough to me, so I stayed.
So, anyway, that's how I had my first scampi. It was GOOD. It had to be good as I paid so much, and, obviously, it was fresh. The way that creature is built to make it so difficult for us to eat was just a teasing factor that scampi is one of the greatest things given to us by the nature.
I got back to the hotel and told friends how much I enjoyed my first scampi experience. She says,
"Oh, I love scampi, too. They are great, I always have them in pubs."
Didn't pay too much attention to it till she commented on that scampi has no shell and is very easy to eat, after I mentioned them long scissors.
"What do you mean? You never had them grilled?"
"You don't grill scampi, it's fried."
She said. I was slightly puzzled on the way this conversation was going. Scampi is ALWAYS fried? Is that like scampi only gets to be cooked in one way?
Soon, of course, I found out that there are people call this cooked shrimp product "scampi". For them scampi is this breaded and deep fried shrimp, but not the type of shrimp.
Soon, of course, I found out that practically everyone in UK is these people. I had the same talk over and over and over before convincing that in native Italy scampi is a type of shrimp and you can grill and stew and boil and saute it, if you wanted. (And I never heard of breaded scampi, as far as real Italian goes. But, this, probably is just my lack of knowledge.)
Since then, I had some more scampi including scampi and cram pasta, which was hell to eat and heaven to taste.
Look, there's so many more important things for us to learn in life, but it is true that scampi is a type of shripm. K?
I love that film for so many reasons. I can just watch it over and over. It makes me think, and actually get up and go to Roma because that is the closest thing I can get to where Bobbie breathed and existed. (And next stop, obviously, is Positano.) Overall it is a lovely film, to me, anyway.
Was never a big follower of Italian food till only few years ago. Even when first watched this film (was back in 97, I think it was,) I never really had real Italian meals. (Look, spag bol is NOT Italian, and I pity the fool who has to chop up spaghetti before scooping it out with spoon.)
So when Faith and fake Damon talks about scampi, I had no idea what it was. Heard people talk about it, but had not really encountered to one, so wasn't sure if it was actually a dish, or ingredients. I picked up a dictionary, found out what it was, and wondered what the fuss about this particular kind of shrimp.
Then, when I finally had chance to go to Italy, I have decided to pick up a posh tab for the experience.
It was in a small town on the South coast of Italy, with some hills going up and down along the sea line. I climbed up to one of the hills, and got to the restaurant was told about by our guide.
It was a cold windy day of early summer, and the time was just at the restaurant opening time, I was the first one to arrive, alone. It was a beautiful place, looking down the Mediterranean ocean and deepening orange sunset, so I refused to sit by the window.
I didn't want to be in a way of couples who are after romantic scenery and lightings. I picked the least visible spot for myself, as I spent whole afternoon being blown in salty wind while waiting with a camera in my hands for waves to break against black volcanic rocks at the bay, wearing this light blue anorak. I was totally out of place.
I mean, all the waiters wore bow ties, and all other patrons wore dresses and suites. And I saw a wall of photos of past (and probably present) patrons, majority of which was of table full of enormous amount of food surroundings the great Luciano Pavarotti himself. Should have left then, but the quick check on menu did seem affordable enough to me, so I stayed.
So, anyway, that's how I had my first scampi. It was GOOD. It had to be good as I paid so much, and, obviously, it was fresh. The way that creature is built to make it so difficult for us to eat was just a teasing factor that scampi is one of the greatest things given to us by the nature.
I got back to the hotel and told friends how much I enjoyed my first scampi experience. She says,
"Oh, I love scampi, too. They are great, I always have them in pubs."
Didn't pay too much attention to it till she commented on that scampi has no shell and is very easy to eat, after I mentioned them long scissors.
"What do you mean? You never had them grilled?"
"You don't grill scampi, it's fried."
She said. I was slightly puzzled on the way this conversation was going. Scampi is ALWAYS fried? Is that like scampi only gets to be cooked in one way?
Soon, of course, I found out that there are people call this cooked shrimp product "scampi". For them scampi is this breaded and deep fried shrimp, but not the type of shrimp.
Soon, of course, I found out that practically everyone in UK is these people. I had the same talk over and over and over before convincing that in native Italy scampi is a type of shrimp and you can grill and stew and boil and saute it, if you wanted. (And I never heard of breaded scampi, as far as real Italian goes. But, this, probably is just my lack of knowledge.)
Since then, I had some more scampi including scampi and cram pasta, which was hell to eat and heaven to taste.
Look, there's so many more important things for us to learn in life, but it is true that scampi is a type of shripm. K?
