this little piggy went to a grigliata

Yesterday i went to a grigliata. 'A barbeque? In October? You must be mad' I hear you all say. I admit, I was also sceptical. I mean sure, Italians know a thing or two about carbohydrates but when it comes to BBQing it's all about the protein. And pimms. What's a BBQ without pimms?

Alas, there was no pimms. This was a grigliata italiana. 

So in typical Italian style we said arriverderci to health and safety and squeezed 150 plus people into a 90 capacity bus, winding up to a boarded up villa in the countryside.

I headed over to the grill to lend a much appreciated helping hand.

Then promptly joined the table as the food started to come out. This was an exclusively pork bbq. An odd concept but it worked surprisingly well.

Toasting the chefs

Who proceeded to do a victory dance

And then came the sports. All tailored to involve alcohol. The rules of this game were a bit woolly, it was a sort of hybrid dodgeball-basketball drinking game. I think.

And somebody won. Apparently.

Beer Pong

The victors. Celebrating with.. yep you've guessed it. More beer.

Then the spaniards starting dancing.

Feeling a bit upstaged Patrick showed us some of his best riverdance

So if you exchange pimms for spritz and potato salad for grilled polenta you've got the bones of a grigliata italiana. Throw in 150 students from all over the globe, a few competitive sports and a whole lotta wine into the mix, you end up with something like this..

And finally this old man's friend caught up with him...

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