Mistral, 10 · 20/30€ · T. 962 145 832
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In the middle of the city there is a white house. On his back terrace, a cook prepares various rice dishes: black, the band, of the gentleman, of lobster, of duck. He tends the fires like his grandmother and mother did, following the steps they taught him to prepare the Sunday paellas. On the tables we see cakes of good pasta with peas and onions or sausage, boiled crayfish cakes, d’ou i tonyina, and fried meat and tomato or chard cakes. already at night, the fire goes out and some lights crown the front terrace, while the tables are filled with caps of dried octopus, by titaina, of meatballs or haddock, figatells or Valencian cheeses. We buy, the cook remembers the Castle of Ambra in his town, Caught. He brings all his childhood memories to the plates. Look at that white house full of people enjoying themselves. He feels happy, I got infected. MADAME G.
