One of my best friends/roommate and I have started a regular thing of going out for dinner together late Friday nights. Our adventure last Friday night led us to Vapiano, an Italian restaurant in the city, where I discovered what was probably the best pasta I have tasted in my life.
Yes, I completely blew my current diet and that one meal probably contained a substantial amount of days worth of my self-advised calorie intake- but it was completely, without a doubt worth it.
We decided since we were both completely ignoring our diet plans we might as well go all out, and ordered a bruschetta (which was also incredible), a glass of Moscato each (the best I have tasted, Chalk Hill I believe) and the pasta. Holy mother of god, the pasta. After much deliberating over the abundantly pasta filled menu we finally decided to choose the most creamy, fatty one we could find- ‘Pollo E Spinaci’- which to put in a less fancy way, was chicken (that my new half vegetarian self removed), onion, pesto and baby spinach in a cream sauce. I would almost go as far as saying this pasta was as good as sex. Whaaat an experience. Literally, my friend and I sat there giggling in awe of the deliciousness and making a lot of appreciative moaning noises. Yes, sometimes we get a little too over excited about food, but in my defense, this was something to get very over excited for.
Apart from the absolutely amazing food, Vapiano ticks all the right boxes. It has a very unique ordering/serving system, in that you go up to the counter and order your meal from one of the many chefs standing behind it in a kitchen, who then focusses on you and your food only and makes the meal right in front of you. Excellent customer service, and the chefs were all very friendly and chatty, making you feel right at home.
I am definitely one for quirky, different, well set out restaurants that set a certain mood. I wouldn’t describe Vapiano as so much quirky, but it definitely had a very bold, friendly, comfortable and very Italian atmosphere.
Price wise, it only turned out around $20 each, as one bowl of pasta was more than enough for the both of us- as much as we tried to stuff in more delicious goodness, we couldn’t even get through it all. As a sign at the restaurant said, ‘the problem about Italian food is that five or six days later you’ll be hungry again’. I appreciated that one.
This will definitely be my place of choice when I want to treat myself to an Italian feast and break my diet good and proper. My love for this place is probably quite intensified by my extreme love for pasta and Italian food, and I’m rather glad I don’t live in Italy, pretty sure I would be quite the fatty.