Half Italian and half English, with roots in both the food-obsessed north Italian region of Emilia Romagna and in the life-loving southern part of Sicily, Alexandra Martinelli has taken her Italian grandfather's idea of "bringing piadina to the English" and is doing exactly that in a rustic food truck - La Piadina Pronta - just off Brick Lane.
A preview of her dream Piadina e Prosecco, this night will see you savouring delicious hand-made piadine - hot Italian flatbreads stuffed with the best meats, cheese and salads Italy has to offer - along with Sicilian street food sides and homemade 'dolci'. All washed down with the finest Prosecco-based aperitivi, cocktails, and - of course - Prosecco by the glass.
22 month cured Prosciutto di Parma, Stracchino cheese
Nonno’s homemade salami, ‘Fior Di Latte’ Mozzarella
Speck di Trentino, Gorgonzola ‘Dolce’
Homemade sundried tomato paste, Mozzarella di Bufala
All come with fresh vine tomatoes and rocket
Cazzilli di patate
Sicilian potato croquettes with special ‘dip of the day’
Prosecco from the Veneto region
(one glass comes with your Piadina, £4 thereafter)
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Piadina e Prosecco
mcgeougn attended in July 2013,
reviewed on 25 July 2013
When we turned off upper street we were transported to a balmy courtyard in Italy with 'lady and the tramp-esque' glasses of breadsticks, little bowls of tangy green olives, red gingham table cloths and that gorgeous sound of chinking glasses and tinkling laughter. I basically had a weekend mini break in Tuscany in about 2.5 hours all facilitated by a steady stream of Apreol Spritz. My classic piadina involved soft layers of parma ham oozing with stracchino cheeses between flaky layers of almost sweet flat bread; a scrumptuous tomato and rocket salad and paramsan coated brocoli were the perfect sides for such a warm evening. Then the tiramisu came. Sweet mother of god. All resolve - gone. Any thoughts of the size of the bottom I was currently using to form a buffer bewtwen my coxic and the wooden bench went out the window. I never really liked cycling shorts as a 'look' anyway! Every mouthful of Tiramisu that went in was involved dragging the spoon out so slowly as if it were magnetically stuck to your tongue and rolling your eyes in your head! Enough said. next time you fancy a trip to Italy there is no need to bother with Ryanair, just get yourself down to the next piadina e prosecco. belissima!