I looked it up. On Wikipedia, Affogato is explained as an Italian word, meaning “drowned”. It also refers to a “coffee-based dessert”- a scoop of vanilla ice-cream drowning in a shot of expresso, or some coffee-tasting alternative.
I don’t drink coffee, nor eat dessert. I never have. But Affogato with that bite of accompanying bitterness is something I’ve learnt to enjoy in London. I first tried it on Fulham Road. Polpo does a decent rendition as well.
It’s a tasty, relaxing way to conclude a meal. Last Tuesday at the MOMA, I had the added treat of Affogato served with baileys and kahlua.
The liquor portions were generous. I felt myself in need of a soda afterwards, as a strange lightness began to grip me when standing before the Impressionists.
By the time I got to my old friend/favourite painting, my head was spinning.
Matisse was experimenting with colour in its purest form, I told my husband. Blue a primary colour- is just blue, no mixing… the painting originally hung along a staircase, hence the proportion and placement of the figures, as the staircase curved upwards…
I think my speech was possibly slurred and my facts conveniently confused.
Ah, drunken affogato… a drunk drowning.
(Alliteration, Tautology, or Both?)
- Polpo, 41 Beak Street, London (dog-friendly, but Bruno no longer allowed to sit at the table)
- Terrace 5 at the MOMA, 11 West 53rd Street, NY