Brains…Simply
Thursday, September 25th, 2008
October 1988, I was in Italy, researching stops for a guided tour of Detroit foodies. I stopped at Cibreo for a meal. Back then, Cibreo was a small neighborhood trattoria known for incredible old world Tuscan cuisine – like Ribollita soup made with cavalo nero, Tuscan black kale (which we sell at Hiller’s); Ciangale, wild boar slowly braised with sweet and sour fall apples; or Bistecca Fiorentina, a triple-thick Porterhouse steak done in a wood-fired oven.
Today, Cibreo is known internationally – and it’s a veritable food empire consisting of the original trattoria, an elegant restaurant, a coffee bar, a take-out store and a new Theatre Salon. All of these are located in the old Santa Croce neighborhood of Florence, where you can find the oldest Franciscan church and a beautiful example of Italy’s many piazzas as well as one of my favorite fruit and vegetable markets.
Some vivid memories from that meal:
- fire roasted yellow pepper soup-a mélange of sweet yellow peppers, fresh oregano, a swirl of fresh olive oil and the smell of the wood fire
- porcini mushroom-one huge, just-picked beauty wrapped in parchment paper, splashed with oil and paired with a garlic sliver, roasted to perfection
But the best dish was the brains! After seven courses of incredible food, with dessert on the way, I remembered reading in an old Gourmet magazine that Cibreo’s chefs do wonders with lamb brains.
I called to my waiter: “Cervello?”
He looked at me with amazement in his eyes, then reminded me of all I had already consumed.
I convinced him I was serious. No more than five minutes later, a small plate arrived with a tiny foil packet. No wonderful odor, no glorious droplets of sauce. Despite the heat of the packet, my fingers navigated the foil open – and the soul-soothing scent hit me straight-on.
It was like nothing I had ever experienced: butter, lemon, garlic, olive oil, fresh bay leaf, laurel and something else….
Fabio Picchi, Cibreo’s chef-owner, had placed a tiny sliver of “Tartufo Bianco,” the prized Italian fungus with an aroma of things exotic and forbidden, inside the packet with the tiny lobe of lamb brain. Mmmm…eyes closed, I opened my mouth.
Two tiny bites, and I was done in! Delicate couldn’t describe that dish. It was the epitome of rustic perfection, supremely fresh ingredients treated with the utmost respect.
Just how I like it.
– Chef Rick Halberg




