I was still at work when I got a message from the Missus — she wasn’t feeling well, and she’d developed a taste for a steak. I told her to phone in an order for dinner at La Villa and that I’d pick it up on my way home. I got the chicken parmigiana, which is always fantasmic, and ate half.
For a restaurant as solidly Italian as La Villa, I’m always surprised by how crummy the bread is. Doesn’t make sense to me. Tastes like cheap-o prison bread. But oh! The sauce is so good, and the chicken is perfect.