It’s not often you get to dine at a Michelin 3 star restaurant, especially since you won’t find any in Australia as we have hats not stars. Duomo, is in the most beautiful historic village we’ve seen yet. Ragusa Ibla, is draped over a vertiginous mountain face, with signature cobbled streets and groovy little street bars and shops. We stop at one for a drink at dusk – most choosing the bright orange coloured, and popular, Aperol Spritz. The bar owners are generous and friendly – it’s quiet early (we seem to drink earlier and want food earlier, no one books dinner before 9pm, which makes us all completely out of whack) and they smile, don’t speak much English but as always, enough information gets across.
Duomo’s 10 course degustation dinner is extraordinary. But by course five, we are about up to pussy’s bow and dolly’s wax. We all agreed, that by about the truffle icecream (yes, truffle…yum yum) we are done….but it keeps coming out. By the petit fours at course number 10, we look, take a weeny bite but just can’t….
Guiseppe, our bus driver is parked down the road. It’s 1am and we are all bleary eyed and ready for bed. Somehow we get wires crossed and we are in the wrong place. We stand for a good 20 minutes waiting for him. He has to drive down the mountain and up again to get us. We are in bed at around 2.30am. I continue to drag the jet lag chain.