Orgasmic Ceasar salad |
So, getting back to a caesar salad..it is the king of salads for me, even though I am not a huge fan of the anchovies needed for the dressing. I love the classic but gimme a chicken caesar and I will scarf it before you even ask me what the word 'scarf' means. A simple recipe I quite like is here
The above photo has got to be of one of the best Caesar salad's I have ever eaten, in La Mamounia hotel in Marrakesh, about 5 years ago. The romaine was crispy, the parmesan milky and firm, the croutons freshly made, accompanied by an oven roasted broiler chicken quarter....they even added some plum tomatoes gratuitously but hey, delicious sun-ripened tomatoes are NEVER to be disdained. It was so good that even today, I get transported back to this wonderful hotel and city. Which brings to mind, how often is it that one eats a Caesar which is not fit for even a poor, starving beggar? Oh too often :-( I still remember the time I had to return a 14€ supposed 'Caesar' which was, in reality, iceburg lettuce with half a pot of watery mayonaise and some oily croutons - barf! I was OUTRAGED and after demanding to talk to the chef, gave him a stern lecture on Caesars and, the management, on trying to sodomize me- in front of my very embarrassed friends. Hrumph!
La Mamounia courtyard |
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