Tripe: Riccardo Trattoria
Tripe has a bad name. When something is nonsense or eminently not worth your time, you may discard it with the phrase, “What a bunch of tripe!” Elsewhere on this board, “haggis” is held up to slight ridicule as an item not to be messed with, though it is perhaps the most infamous stomach dish of them all. I had tripe for the first time in menudo at La Tapatio in the mid-70’s – it was pretty awful; big clumps of spongy stomach tissue, yuck (and it did not help a hangover).
Eating tummy is, of course, universal, and enjoyed by Vietnamese in pho, the French in andouille, the Peruvians in cau-cau. We Italians enjoy an animal’s quinto quarto (fifth quarter) as much as the next ethnic group, and I had an excellent platter of veal tripe at Riccardo Trattoria last Friday (as it was Derby weekend, I had a trifecta of three veal dishes, with tripe as an appetizer). There was a subtle funk in the dish, but with a creamy tomato sauce and generous helpings of carrot and onion, I think you might have to think twice before you’d guess it was guts. Ladled over Riccardo’s rosemary focaccia, it was quite tasty, and it was a dish with…personality. As I grow older and feebler, my taste buds shrivel (let that be a lesson to ye who spike thy tongues – you don’t get more of these flavor sensors, so destroy them sparingly!). To get some kind of action going in my mouth, I find that more powerfully flavored dishes are what’s required. The veal tripe did the trick: strong yet subtle, cautiously assertive, not in-your-face but undeniably organ meat, the best tripe dish I’ve ever had.
Riccardo Trattoria
2119 N. Clark
773.549.0038
Hammond
“nun c'è trippa pe' gatti”
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