I know at nearly 29 months we are about to enter the beige food phase.
Maybe she will skip it maybe she won’t.
The other day we were at one of our favourite cafes.
Renarto Deli Cafe Bournemouth. Managed by Italians. Frequented by Italians.
The food is delicious and they serve the only cup of coffee I’ll order in Bournemouth.
The community table was filled with a whole family speaking in Italian.
It took me back to Tuscany. It seems Renarto’s eggs should be the vibrant yellow of Italian eggs.
If you have never been to Italy…If your lucky enough to one day go
You will remember reading about the yellow of the Tuscan eggs. I did. I read about them in a cookbook probably 8 years before my trip. I remembered.
After my trip my lovely Italian chiropractor asked what I liked about Italy. First thing I mentioned was the eggs. He seemed startled, confused even.
After a visit back to his family a few weeks later, He bounded up to me when I arrived at the office, like a puppy. Saying ‘wow I never realised the eggs….wow the eggs’.
Sadly he told me that visit he had decided to move back. I hate it when a chiropractor breaks up with me. My last one moved to Spain to train for the olympics, how dare she.
Ok, back to Renarto’s. The Bee and I strolled in last week.
The community table was full, we sat at a table next to it.
She politely said ‘owaowa pls mommy.’ The waiter came over she asked him the same thing. I translated ‘still water please’.
We ordered a ham and cheese sandwich for The Bee. A greek salad for me. I had the coffee that came with Bee’s sandwich.
A perfect cappuccino. absolutely perfect.
When our food came The Bee stood on her chair and matter of factly, gave me a slice of her sandwich, she took most of my olives and several of the big pieces of feta and peppers from my plate and put it on her’s.
She sat down put her napkin on her lap and ate nearly all her food… and mine.
She munched away watching the waiters do their work.
She seems to have a bit of a weakness for tall dark and handsome men. And surfers.
She eats and flirts quietly.
Midway through the meal the table of Italians, who had watched us carefully, get up to leave.
The youngest woman at the table asks me where we are visiting from. I say we live her but I’m from America.
She translates to the rest of the table they all smile and giggle.
She acknowledges The Bee is a great eater. Then says she thought I was foreign due to the ordering coffee. I say ‘ this is the only place I will order coffee, they know how to make coffee’ They laugh in agreement.
I worked down the street from Renarto’s for a few years. I would go in 7-10 times a week. Always fresh, delicious and the best coffee. The manager remembers me from back in the day. Always comes over for a visit.
If you ever find yourself in Bournemouth Town Centre, Renartos is highly recommended. For £10 The Bee and I had another delicious visit.
The menu is small but perfectly formed with a bit for everyone.
The good-looking Italians who work at and frequent this joint certainly doesn’t hurt the people watching.