Cut the pasta. Then take the group photograph at twenty to one, because everyone leaves within twenty minutes of a group photograph and nobody has ever resented being asked to pose.
Cut the pasta. That is the argument, and everything else in this menu follows from it.
A dinner that starts at ten at night cannot also be a four-course dinner, and if you attempt one you will spend the best forty minutes of your own party standing over sixteen portions of cacio e pepe with a wooden spoon and a rising sense of grievance. Something has to go, and the thing to cut is the primo. What is left is fried food, one grilled thing eaten with fingers, and a sparkling drink that carries the whole evening. That drink is in Via Veneto at Midnight: Gin, Bergamot, Dry Vermouth, and Prosecco.
Where this food comes from
These are Roman dishes cooked in Montana, and a few of them should be named properly. Supplì are Roman fried rice croquettes, not arancini, which are Sicilian and a different thing. Abbacchio a scottadito translates roughly as burn-your-fingers lamb, which is both the method and the instruction. And I want to be careful about the artichokes: carciofi alla giudia is a specific dish of Roman Jewish cooking with a technique that takes real practice, and what I make is fried artichoke wedges. Good, but not that, and it should not borrow the name.
Sixteen people, five things
- Pizza bianca, torn. Three large sheets, olive oil and coarse salt. The best possible thing to hand sixteen people who have had one prosecco cocktail and no dinner. It is also the only item that requires nothing of you after 9:00.
- Shaved fennel and celery with pecorino romano and lemon. The only cold thing on the table, and the only reason the fried food does not win outright by eleven. Pecorino is sharp and salty enough to stand next to a bitter-orange aperitivo.
- Fried artichoke wedges with lemon. Eight artichokes, quartered. Bitter, and bitterness is what a bergamot-and-aperitivo drink actually wants beside it.
- Supplì. Thirty-two, two a head. The mozzarella center pulls into a string, which is where the name al telefono comes from, and it is the one piece of theater on this menu worth waiting for.
- Abbacchio a scottadito. Thirty-two lamb chops, about five pounds, grilled hot and short. No plates, no cutlery, eaten off the bone standing up. This is dinner, and it takes eight minutes.
Fry once
All the frying happens in one session, in one pot of oil, between 9:40 and 10:35, in an order that is not negotiable: artichokes first, supplì second. Artichokes go into clean oil and come out clean. Once mozzarella has been in that oil it is finished, and anything you fry afterward tastes faintly of scorched cheese.
Three quarts of oil, strained and discarded afterward. Do not save oil that has had mozzarella in it, no matter how much oil costs. And do not put fried food in a warming oven — fried food has about twelve minutes of glory, and a warming oven converts it into a snack.
The bar
Two and a half drinks each is forty. Six bottles of brut prosecco, because sixteen people will also want it straight and the math should allow for that. Two bottles of gin, two of dry vermouth, twenty ounces of bergamot cordial, ten of bitter orange aperitivo. Forty pounds of ice.
An honest word on bergamot: fresh fruit has a season of maybe eight weeks in winter and does not appear in a Montana grocery store in any season at all. Frozen juice or a well-made cordial is the realistic route, and once you have a bottle of it, use it only in the glass. Bergamot in the food as well and the whole dinner tastes like the inside of a very good handbag.
The clock
9:40. Oil on. Pizza bianca and the fennel already out on the table.
10:00. Doors. First round, stirred and topped with prosecco at the glass rather than in the tin.
10:15. Artichokes, straight from the pot.
10:35. Supplì. Second round of drinks.
11:10. Lamb on the grill and off it in eight minutes. Serve it on the board it rested on.
12:00. Blood oranges in a bowl and a plate of dark chocolate. That is the dessert. Anyone who was going to want a crostata stopped wanting one around eleven-fifteen.
What waits
Two days ahead: the risotto for the supplì, and this is the rare case where planning ahead makes the dish better rather than merely easier. Cold set rice shapes cleanly. Warm rice does not. Shape and bread them the day before and fry from cold.
Five days: the bergamot cordial.
Six hours, maximum: artichokes trimmed and held in lemon water. Past that they go grey and pick up a dull bitterness that is not the good kind.
Three hours: lamb rubbed with rosemary, garlic and oil. But salt it only twenty minutes before the grill, because salted earlier it draws water to the surface and you get a grey chop instead of a crusted one.
The flashbulb
Here is the exit, and it is the only one I have ever found that people actively thank you for. Take the group photograph at twenty to one.
A group photograph reads to a room as a curtain call. Everyone gets up, everyone arranges themselves, someone tells everyone else to move left, and then it is done and there is very obviously nothing after it. Sixteen people will be gone within twenty minutes. Compare that to turning up the lights, which works just as fast and makes you the villain.
Salty note: Bergamot needs editing more than amplification. So does a midnight menu, and so does the guest list.
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