Monday, June 20, 2011

Goodbye London. Hola Majorca.

Away from London, but still on-topic.... 

Today's plan - to visit the oldest glass blowing factory in Majorca - but clearly glass can not be viewed on an empty stomach.  My Majorcan friend suggests I make a stop at S'Hostal D'Algaida, a cafe in Algaida, an easy stop on the way.    

S'Hostal D'Algaida    Algaida,  Majorca,  Spain

Algaida is located just off the highway between Palma and Manacor. S'Hostal D'Algaida can be found next to the first roundabout you come across after leaving the highway. Thankfully, it's a very pleasant, quiet roundabout. 

Sisters, who could not be more than four and six years old, are practicing their Flamenco. The smaller one is "the man." The elder, "the woman." Miss Six is quite the task master. I love their passionate, high-spirited performance, but it does nothing to lessen the fact that I feel like a very lost tourist. I wonder if my kindergarden-level Catalan will translate into anything remotely intelligible. Then, one of the three sisters who run the place, comes to my table. I feel immediately at home. She is patience personified, as I stumble embarrassingly through my attempt at ordering. I brutally butcher her language. My efforts to speak Catalan sound like a linguistic massacre. It's badly spoken Italian, Spanish and French, all rolled into one homicidal mess. She smiles.

How was the coffee? Strong and thick, with beautiful crema. It's pleasure in a little cup. 
Did they have soy? Who cares.
Would I go there again? Yes, and I would move in upstairs if the sisters would have me. 
Should you go there? Aside from the great coffee. On offer, a delicious selection of Majorcan cuisine classics, including the best Croquetas I have ever eaten. These, made with fish and spinach, are crunchy outside, pillowy soft inside and perfectly seasoned. I don't care if I eat nothing else this year. Also on the menu, Tumbet - very finely sliced potatoes, eggplant and capsicum - all fried up and covered with a rich tomato sauce. Restorative. 
Any other points to note? According to the sticker on the door, Michelin visited this year. You should too. The oldest glass blowing factory in Majorca is also worth a look. 

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Princi: a mouth brothel for carbophiles



This place has been described as 
"a mouth brothel for carbophiles". I have to agree. Don't go to the pub, just come here for your Heathrow Injection. I'd take thighs filled with 
Green Olive Sfilatini over a pint of lager any day.

Princi   
135-137 Wardour St  London  W1F 0UT

In my opinion, Princi is best-suited for take-away. For those seeking to linger awhile, to sample the cakes and pastries, I would recommend the 
Cannoncini, though it would be hard to choose wrong in this place. 
Italian is being spoken everywhere, plus there are cute men in uniform, so t
here's lots to look at while you're waiting to order.  
For me, t
he only downside of Princi is its popularity. Case in point, 
I'm being jostled out of my spot 
by a Hello Kitty obsessive. This 
Kitty needs cake too!

How was the coffee? Very good 
European-style 
caffè.
 
Most satisfying.
Did they have soy? Yes.  
Would I go there again? Yes. 
Should you go there? Yes. The coffee
 
will quicken your heart rate, and will thus be an excellent metabolic boost, which will no doubt aid in the digestion of the 
Cannoncini 
you will feel compelled to eat.  
Any other points to note? T
he ordering system is a shambles, so get your pointy elbows ready for some jostling.