Lunch (Sunday)

Many of my friends rate Dunne and Crescenzi, so I ended up there for lunch. We sent back the water glasses as they were dirty, but the starter, a platter of antipasti was lovely. I risked oxtail with polenta. The polenta I could take or leave, but I was finding the oxtail a little too gristly for my liking when I found a black hair sticking out of my next forkful. I didn't eat too much more.