Food Network has a show called The Best Thing I Ever Ate where they invite their own network "food stars" along with famous chefs to talk about (surprise!) the best thing they've ever eaten. Each episode starts with a theme like "Hot & Spicy" or "Sliced" or "Crunchy" or "Totally Unexpected" and then everybody has to pick a "best thing" to match. It's a surprisingly engrossing show, because the answers run the gamut from sublimely extravagant to dead simple... from impossibly expensive to dirt cheap... from around the world to around the block. It's a fun show to watch, especially if you're a foodie like me.
The episode I saw tonight was the most interesting show so far. The theme was "Last Supper," where everybody had to choose their final meal as if they were going to die once they ate it.
After reading Satoshi Kon's touching goodbye letter to his family and friends yesterday, death has been on my mind lately, so the topic seemed apt.
My last meal would be here...
It's the birthplace of Fettucini Alfredo... which is Alfredo alla Scrofa Ristorante in Rome. I had eaten Fettucini Alfredo many times before I first came to this restaurant in December of 2000 but, once I ate the original, I realized that I had never really eaten it before. My meal was so good that I ended up eating here for both lunch and dinner the next day, and dinner the day after that. I couldn't get enough, and was thankful that I'd be leaving soon so I didn't end up with an Alfredo-induced heart attack.
After my final supper at Alfredos, I'd walk to a neighborhood gelateria for some authentic Italian stracciatella gelato. I think then that I'd be ready to die. Or have a triple bypass. One of those.
Five days and counting...
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Can’t wait, either! I run to my mailbox every day to see if my plane ticket has arrived from Washington.
First, I read Satoshi Kon’s letter and it made me cry. You were right, it was beautifully written.
I don’t know the name of the restaurant (it was 20 years ago – give me a frakking break!) but it was a tiny little place in Germany, along the Rhine River. They had the BEST French onion soup. Ah, yes. That would be my last meal.
That place is on my list of must-dos when I finally get to Rome. And gelato is certainly the food of the Gods.
I have no idea what my last meal would be…
I think I’d just go for the Gelato. I haven’t been back to Italy since I moved to the US in 1997 but I will always remember buying Gelato on lazy Sunday afternoons.
Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go wipe this drool from my keyboard.
I remember having gelato for the first time in Venice. It was soul altering.
I love that show, and they’ve actually featured a bunch of places that I’ve eaten at. Including a very tasty pizzeria that is just about a half-mile from my house.
I want to go to there. Please take me, Davey-Joe! 😉
I’m a complete stranger that just reads and enjoys your blog by chance, but we have a lot of strange things in common.
My last meal would also be Fettucini Alfredo… I haven’t been lucky enough to eat it in Italy but I ate it once in Montreal and I think it changed my life a little 🙂
We’ve already talked about my love of Alfredo, although I’ve not been to the Rome location, just the one at Rockefeller Center in NYC. It is the best Fettucini Alfredo I’ve had to date. Nothing anywhere else has come close.