A Fond Farewell to the Prince of Chefs
April 15th, 2008 by Kate
“In food we trust” was the motto stitched on the front of his starched white chef’s jacket and Alberto Dimitri Kunz, prince of Habsburg-Lorraine, believed in these words till the very end. His death in Florence in the early morning hours of Sunday 9 March left the city a poorer place. He will be mourned by the dozens, if not hundreds, of Select Italy clients who dined at La Giostra over the years; this hard-to-find restaurant behind the Duomo that doesn’t even have a sign on the front door. But once inside the long, narrow dining room with its ceiling covered in twinkling white Christmas tree lights, the festivities began. Each and every guest was personally welcomed by Prince Dimitri and even before placing their order, was offered a complimentary glass of prosecco and a platter of local delicacies to munch on while they pored over the menu. After all, deciding what to order is hungry work: what about the carbonara di tartufi bianchi, a rich egg pasta with white Alba truffles shaved on top, or maybe homemade Brie-stuffed ravioli with fried artichokes? Or a Wiener Schnitzel so big it hangs off the sides of the plate! At La Giostra every dish is divine but making up your mind is half the fun.
I once witnessed the prince present an American girl celebrating her birthday with an entire chocolate-glazed Sachertorte. The delighted look on her face was unforgettable, and that was before she took even one bite of cake. Another of the prince’s mantras was “You don’t come to a restaurant just to eat.” No, at La Giostra you came to be entertained and delighted and coddled, and to be served by a real prince who left you feeling like a king or a queen. Prince Dimitri dedicated his life to the preparation and enjoyment of the earth’s culinary treasures so it’s fitting that the restaurant didn’t close its doors, even on the day he died. The show must go on and so it will, with the Florentine Ubaldo Tonarelli flanked by Aruki Igari from Japan in the kitchen, the prince’s twin sons in the dining room and the magic hands of Liliana to roll out the fresh pasta every day.


Sharp-eyed passengers on an early morning flight into 





