My mother was first-generation full-blooded Sicilian-American. She learned to cook from her mother, who in turn learned from her mother, and so on down the line. She always said that the best Italian restaurant she ever ate at was back in 2002 in Taipei. It was called "Tomato". I can attest to how good it was and how insanely fresh everything tasted, since I was there as well. Of course, NOTHING beats when you cook at home, but I have to say, that meal was transcendent.
When she made sauce (NOT GRAVY!!!), it was a five-to-six hour process. She made the meatballs, cooked all the pork and neck bones (I substitute spare ribs for neck bones), the sweet sausage with fennel and if it was available, the brasciole. The whole house would smell great for a couple of days. What I love about cooking sauce is that it's a way to connect with the past--how your mother cooked and how her mother cooked, etc. That's true for any cuisine.
Oh, and the reason why I'm insistent about it being "sauce" and not "gravy" is that gravy is meat based. Sauce does not have to be meat based (ie, marinara sauce).
Sure, I prefer a nice marinara "sauce" on my pasta or a beautiful "spaghetti aglio e olio" (spaghetti with garlic and olive oil) but for Sunday meals in an Italian home, that sauce is simmering for a long time with the brasciola, hot and sweet sausage, and meatballs, but once that "light bright tomato sauce" absorbs the rich and heavy flavor and oils and fragments of the meat, she transforms herself from red sauce to a brownish gravy.
And, if you got up late on Sunday morning but too early for lunch and mama was preparing the Sunday Italian feast but didn't want you to spoil your appetite by stealing a sausage or a meatball, (yes, meatballs were allowed to co-exist with the brasciola and the sausage) she would crack two or three eggs in the boiling sauce-gravy, and serve you your eggs in the tomato sauce, and point you to the fresh loaves of Italian bread and tell you to break off the end of the loaf to sop up your sauce or to cut your own bread because quote: "I am not your slave." (I mean she had been peeling garlic and cooking since 7 AM and she is not my slave!!!)
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So interesting, your story about Italian food in Taipei. The Taiwanese like Italian food and want Italian food, but ultimately cannot really handle Italian food. Most authentic Italian restaurants in Taiwan are doomed to fail. (not all, but most)
I became friendly with a woman in Taiwan who traveled to Italy, and studied in a well-known Italian culinary institution, came back to Taiwan with all authentic Italian equipment and ingredients and opened a truly authentic Italian restaurant and totally failed. The authentic Italian taste did not match the lighter style of the taste sensibilities of the Taiwanese. So, she had to try and forget half of what she learned in Italy, and lighten the load to accomodate and mimick the Taiwanese taste, and it failed. It is very difficult to acclimate yourself to thousands of years of tradition instantly.
(Quite possibly the younger Taiwanese generation of today, less entrenched in Taiwanese cultural foods could accept the authentic tastes of Italy and other cultures due to so much gradual importation of foods and ideas)
For them, the main courses need some lightness and sweetness and seldom does an Italian main course engage in sugary sweetness. Saltiness prevails until dessert is served. Taiwanese will incorporate sweetness more in the meal and if dessert is served, it is less rich and less sweet. A typical red bean congee dessert is sweetened more with red dates and usually less sugar.
Asians use soybean and peanut oil but they use it more as a cooking medium or tool, while the Italians appreciate and celebrate cold-pressed olive oil for its flavor in cooking, but also to garnish and to be appreciated on its own. And, of course, dairy, milk and cheese had no place in Asian and Taiwanese cuisine until very recently
For an Italian, Taiwanese sausage is "unbearable," due to its sweetness. (any true paisano will immediately reject it) Taiwanese do have some very savory vermicelli dishes with oysters like "o-a mi soa" which is very earthy and satisfying, especially with pork intestines, oysters, garnished with cilantro.
Although, I have found a few pizzerias when visiting Taiwan that remain true to their training in Italy and proudly display their certificates from an Italian culinary institution on their walls, they are not really geared for the common people in Taiwan, and going there, you are almost sure to meet your "paisans" from Italy and you enjoy it, but, you know, you keep your mouth shut and just sort of shrug your shoulders a bit, smile and wink. They really are trying, so you remain very pleasant.
(I mean, nobody is judging because even in America, I look in awe at a Chinese chef in any local fast-food chinese restaurant, and marvel at his sheer athleticism and speed with a stainless steel wok, oil and fire)
However, I did go to a brick oven pizza parlor while visiting Taiwan and it looked authentic and I was just so excited with anticipation and my pizza was served to me, piping hot and -- "In the name of everything that holy and good, why the hell did you put sugar in my pizza??? its not a doughnut, for Christ's Sake." I cried out bloody murder, refused to eat it and instead did find a shot of good expresso to cleanse my palate of that "mortal sin." It was a travesty. People looked at me like I was insane. (Question: Who reacts to pizza that way, even if it is subpar???) (Answer: An Italian)