The Mayor of Bologna is getting ever more upset and het up about the iniquity of foreigners. For we all think there’s something called Spaghetti Bolognese and we will insist upon eating it. Even, going to Bologna to have a plate of the real thing only to find out that no one there in that food aware city would ever eat such an abomination unto Nuggan.
The difficulty being that sure, the Good People of Bologna do indeed make a rich meaty and tomatoey sauce to go on pasta. But they’re also au fait enough with good food to know that a rich sauce must go on a stronger pasta – tagliatelle say. And it’s not called Bolognese either, perhaps instead Ragu.
Grump grump and moan moan:
The mayor of Bologna is on a passionate crusade against spaghetti bolognese, condemning it as ‘fake news’. Despite it being famous the world over, Virginio Merola wants his northern Italian city to wash its hands of the dish. He said it ‘doesn’t exist’ and went as far as to call the pasta dish ‘fake news’.
The city does have some gastronomic feats to its name:
He told Italian broadcaster, RAI: ‘Spaghetti bolognese doesn’t actually exist, yet it’s famous the world over. ‘What we’d prefer the world to know is that Bologna invented tagliatelle, tortellini and lasagne.’
It’s not that the sauce is particularly wrong, nor the idea of having it on pasta. It’s the marriage of the wrong sauce with the wrong pasta. It’s as an Englishman looking on in wonder as someone puts mint sauce not horseradish with the beef. Just, you know, wrong:
To give an idea of the faux pas here, it’s like horseradish with roast lamb, yorkshire puddings with leg of pork, mint sauce on chicken. Just, you know, wrong, an abomination unto Nuggan. It’s like crimping your pasty along the top. And which fool, other than Pukka Pies, would ever do that?