Sneer all you want, but I like cheese on seafood pasta. For years I even managed to escape the wrath of the Italian people for this supposed transgression. And then I went to Milan.
The waiter didn’t yell at me exactly. Rather, he turned to the nearest table and started screaming at them — something about ruining his food, the culture, the country . . .
Don’t put cheese on your seafood, don’t order a cappuccino after noon, keep your bread right side up — the rules never stopped. Was I in my own culinary Siberia?
I veer to the other extreme — no parmesan on any pasta dishes.