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Having lived in Rome for a little more than seven years now and having lived la dolce vita for all those years, it was not my intention to try Italian food in England when I went to visit there the second time in February early this year. After all, I get my fill of authentic Italian cooking in Italy. The boyfriend is also a good cook and he never cooks anything else but Italian.
But when my sister learned that I was going not only to London, but to visit – for the first time – Oxford as well, she told me not to miss Jamie’s Italian. She had never gone to this restaurant since her last trip to the UK was some years back when the Jamie brand had not yet infiltrated the British scene, but she had heard about it. She wanted to know from me if it was worth the entire buzz it was getting. Jamie is of course Jamie Oliver, the well-known British chef and restaurateur and now a media personality because of his television shows and cookbooks. I’m no food blogger nor restaurant/food reviewer, but I promised to send her my thoughts about the place. So this is just a simple tourist’s account of her experience at Jamie’s Italian.
It was raining when I arrived in Oxford. After checking in at the hotel (Ethos Hotel, 59 Western Road), I thought I’d ask my hotel receptionist where would be a good place to dine even if I had already made up my mind before arriving where I would be going. The receptionist immediately and proudly, I might say, recommended Jamie’s Italian. I guess she has every reason to be proud because I learned that Jamie and his partners carefully chose locations that are based in university towns that lack mid-market restaurant options. The Oxford site was the first one that opened for this chain and I learned too that the arrival of the restaurant in this prestigious university town was much anticipated by the locals.
So when dinner time came and after touring a bit of Oxford, I walked to George Street, a busy high street filled with other trendy restaurants. First thing I noticed upon approaching were the sacks of rice displayed on the window sills with legs of prosciutto di San Daniele hanging on hooks (incidentally, I’ve always slightly preferred the San Daniele hams for its sweeter taste over the more famous Prosciutto di Parma). There is a no-bookings policy at Jamie’s Italian so walk-ins are always welcome. I was lucky that there was no long queue when I arrived. Normally this was par for the course, as I was told by the hotel receptionist.
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I was quickly ushered to a table and handed a menu by a young staff.
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It was a cold evening so I chose Pappa al pomodoro, which is one of my favorite Tuscan “peasant” meals. Whenever I see this on a menu, my instinct is to order it. I am based in Rome and this dish is not usually seen in the Roman trattorie or ristoranti. It is only when I am in Florence or other Tuscan towns that I usually get to taste it. Pappa al pomodoro is tomato soup made of tomatoes, garlic, olive oil, basil, broth and unsalted Tuscan bread. The bread makes it a heavy meal, but I still ordered another dish, something light: Beef carpaccio with rucola salad and parmesan cheese.
The soup was naturally brought first. It was in a huge bowl. I am again reminded of the difference between British and Italian
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The mixture of the smell of tomatoes, olive oil, garlic and basil leaves already whetted my appetite. I couldn’t wait to dig in. I finished the bowl in just a few minutes. Suffice to say that it was good. The beef carpaccio arrived shortly after that and I was glad I chose the meal since the thinness of the beef didn’t make me feel as if I had eaten too much after that hearty soup I
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The staff tried to entice me with ordering dessert and much as I was almost tempted to do so, I’m sorry to say that I didn’t succumb to the pressure. Now I wish I had at least tried it so I wouldn’t have to wonder now…oh well, however, I can see that there will be a next time…☺
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