Shortly after the new year as I was swanning through my house in Greek tasseled scuffs, Azerbaijani silk smoking jacket and Egyptian Lavant fez drinking a glass of exceptional 2021 Rodney Strong I ran across the Taste Atlas Awards. The best dishes in the world.
I spat my wine across the fine Corinthian leather of my settee and ottoman in horror and confusion.
If I’ve eaten maybe 3 of these dishes I’d be shocked. I am familiar with a few others and recognize some other words but this list is an utter and absolute mystery to me.
Apparently I am not as cosmopolitan as I’d envisaged.
Pizza Margherita is delicious if you like simple and easy to pronounce.
It’s one of the three I knew
I was swanning around too, and after reading your post, I too, spat. (Red wine on my fine Aubusson carpet. Ruined now.)
Let’s agree to ignore this list. Meaningless. No coleslaw? No meatloaf?
Seriously. Meatloaf—one of man’s highest culinary achievements!