Tuesday, May 23, 2006

The Chef/Cartoonist/Flirt Extraordinaire


When we first arrived in Italy, our group expressed and interest in taking a cooking class, and our incredibly wonderful guide Arianna (whom we all adore!) immediately mentioned Fausto. Not only is he a brilliant chef, she said, he is also a talented cartoonist and "a very particular type of man" (which you can read as, "a real character.) So she set up this afternoon of cooking and entertainment for us.

When we arrived in Rapallo this afternoon at his restaurant, U Giancu, he popped out of a second-story window.




Below is the outside of U Giancu, proudly displaying Fausto's love of cartoons. (The window right above "U Giancu" was where we had our first peek at Il Signor Fausto Oneto.)



When he came downstairs, wearing a blue shoe on one foot and and orange one on the other, he greeted us warmly and led us into his beautiful restaurant, lined with original cartoons including some by Chic Young (Blondie). Fausto had closed his restaurant for the afternoon to accomodate us. His kitchen was SPOTLESS (and having worked in kitchens of some fastidious chefs, I can still say this is the cleanest one I've ever seen.)

All right, the food. First of all, remember that Liguria is a coastal state, renowned for its seafood.

Fausto serves only meat at U Giancu. "Everybody else serves the fish," he says, "so why should I?" This bit of information is a a mere hors d'oeuvre to his personality.

He was going to show us how to make focaccia, the real Ligurian variety, filled with stracchino cheese, as well as one with onions. A quiche of swiss chard, fresh herbs from his amazing garden, ricotta cheese and two crusts. A fresh green vegetable medley with fettucine. Pesto, the real Ligurian way. Gnocchi, to serve as a medium for that pesto. Rack of lamb, seasoned with fresh herbs, also from the garden. For dessert, we melted a chocolate-hazelnut combination called gianduia (pronounced jahn-DOO-yah) and mixed in roasted whole hazelnuts, then put it to cool in molds, for a treat called nocciolato. And for starters, tempura-style fresh sage flowers (fior di salvia), which he took us into the garden to pick.



Beverly and twin sister Barbara with Fausto, holding the freshly picked sage blossoms.

Fausto began with the focaccia dough. Notice that he changed his cap. (One of many cap changes he made today.)



Outside the window you can see lemon trees in his garden (more on the garden in a moment.)

He made sure each of us had a chore. Here Fausto explains the correct way to saute the vegetable medley while his assistant Stefania works; Blaine sets about his task of coating the rack of lamb in the herb mix.



All this time there was an incredibly diverse mix of music playing from his iPod through a stereo in the kitchen. I heard an Italian favorite, "Mamma," sung by a tenor; Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan, and Aaron Copland, to name just a few!

Fausto certainly was charming. After Beverly chopped some herbs, this is what he did with her finished product.



I can't even begin to describe his outrageous flirting. (That thing with the herb heart was pretty mild, believe me.) Fausto's assistants were just rolling their eyes. He was having the time of his life with us.



When it came time to eat, oh my word. Or should I say, there are NO WORDS. In addition to the dishes we prepared, he presented us with bruschette, salami, pickled baby eggplants, and AMAZING white and red wines bottled especially for his restaurant.

Fausto is a great big showman with an obvious passion for his work. He is very knowledgeable, and intimately understands the historical and cultural context of Ligurian cuisine. In his three cookbooks are his very clever cartoons. His garden gives him fresh herbs, onions, garlic and salad greens. The trees bear figs, cherries, lemons, oranges. The shrubs give capers, flowers, berries. I can’t tell you how much else there is in that garden, but clearly Fausto uses the garden as inspiration, coming up with dishes based on what’s ripe and at its peak. The garden is just beautiful, and so fragrant. Nothing about his cooking is contrived or affected. Nothing is over-seasoned. He simply flows with the best nature has to offer at any moment. Everything in perfect balance.

Under all the flirting and hamming is a serious and brilliant chef. AND Fausto has more personality than all the chefs on the Food Network, put together. Ask any of my tourmates, and I know they will back me up. He is beyond outrageous. He is – in the truest sense of the word – an original.

I tell you, if you ever have the chance to come to the Italian Riviera, you MUST go to U Giancu (pronounced ooh-JAHN-koo) in Rapallo and eat one of the most amazing meals of your life, AND partake of the whole Fausto experience. It's rare to see a this much talent, charm, passion and eccentricity, all in one body.

Okay. Now we get to the final picture of the day.

CAPTION CONTEST!! CAPTION CONTEST!!!

Leave your suggested captions in the comments section, or e-mail me.



All I can say is, if you show an Italian man your cooking skills, you'll go far with him. Notice the change of cap?

And on that note, buona notte, amici.

Gillian Coldsnow

7 comments:

Marie Glynn said...

You're right, a caption is called for, but which one? Oh the sleep I will lose racking my brain over that!

Gillian, your new calling awaits. This longest and most picture-filled blog is a mini-cooking class. I say you need to audition for "The Next Food Network Star." Your many devotees at NWPR would miss you, but it's clearly time for you to go national.

Love that photo of you and Fausto: it captures you in the onset of uproarious laughter. Food Network, watch out: here she comes!

Anonymous said...

The caption should read, "Oh Gillian, my pet, put down that focacia, and let me KNEAD you instead!"

Anonymous said...

"A marriage made in leaven."

Anonymous said...

Gillian,

I notice that you and Fausto are both dressed in white. Coincidence? I think not! As Northwest Public Radio's "social chair" be sure and let Sueann know what colors you would like at your wedding shower!

Have fun....but apparently I don't need to encourage you in that area.

Robin

Sueann Ramella said...

Too much Fausto, not enough Me. Bring me home a pen!

Holly Kaczmarski said...

Gillian,

Watch out for those Italian cooks . . . they are something else. Who says women belong in the kitchen? I agree with Marie Glynn . . . Food Network watch out! How right she is. :-)

She is also right that it is time for you to go "National" but you cannot do that . . . you must stay in our local area so that we can come visit you OFTEN. We would hate to lose you.

See you soon, perhaps this Fall.

Holly K.

lisa leming said...

Gillian,
I don't know you but I was Googling U Giancu because I too, have been to Fausto's cooking class and everything you said was exactly my experience. He is so much fun and I think everyone leaves there in love with him. (afterall, I googled him) Thanks for bringing back great memories. I made sure to have my picture taken with him too.
We got to cook with him twice and then return for dinner where his gorgeous sons pour grappa down your throat! Thanks again. Lisa Leming