France: 1, Italy: 0
I had really high hopes for the Beppino Occelli. I really did.
After all, it had Eataly's stamp of approval, the packaging was irresistible (wish I had photographed the cute little rivets on the back), and a quick google search returned decent reviews.
Since our friends Jeri and Jason were joining us later for wine and cheese, we decided to put off tasting it until they arrived. We had given them some of our favorite French butter a few weeks ago, and judging from their reactions, we knew we had some fellow butter-holics on our hands.
They barely had their coats off before we dove in.
Our joint reaction was pre-approving nods while we waited for the flavor to kick in. Waiting ... waiting ... waiting ... Meh.
At one point, Jeri and I reached for salt. Nothing makes you feel like an unappreciative glutton more than grinding sea salt on top of designer butter.
So it is with great shame, I admit: I just didn't get it.
In it's defense, Beppino Ocelli has an incredibly creamy texture. But considering the amount of calories, butter needs to have some serious flavor payoff, right?
When it comes to butter, my money is still on France. At least for now.