Back from the world’s greatest endurance race, the 24h du Mans in its 80th running, I couldn’t resist the headline. Off to Genoa on the early flight and still too late for lunch on day one and a too early flight departure for lunch on day two. Early breakfast in the central Mercado Orientale will be my treat – hopefully with Genovese food colleagues who operate in that quartier.
I’m there to discuss, taste and debate the very best of tuna from the Med. Most American tuna is now radioactive as it’s swum across the Pacific from infected waters. Med tuna stays clean according to all the recognised authorities from Monterey to Monaco. The business opportunity is encouraging.
For sure I’ll learn more about something else. There’s space in my case for whatever thrills me in the Mercado. As I write this I must say my biggest thank you to the person who made this flying visit a possibility – the Canadian/Italian architect, Sheila Opezzi, who was my interpreter at the Pesto al Mortaio World Championships. Real food, no hype, brings good people together. Carlo Petrini has proved that.
The British retail scene is in disarray – not quite meltdown. Consumers have caught up and are no longer doffing their caps to the ‘slebs chefs.
Revolution is in the air and the Brit consumer will be the winner. Blue Collar Gastronomy will be at the front of the barriers. It’s a ’68 summer all over again.