Given the status quo of crises in economy, food security, the Korean peninsular, and others, I revive an oddball restaurant review because after many years I have had the privilege of ordering the worst Lasagne in the world. An earlier one came to light in Alliance, Nebraska in 2007 when making a film on the American Dream with the magnificent Ian Cartright. This was ketchup laced with beef sauce spread like Marmite on slabs of corn pasta. Another cropped up last September in a typically ‘family-run’ Tuscan restaurant in Brussels. I suspect now this was a synthetic horsemeat paste. Finally, this week, in the shadow of Monreale Cathedral in Sicily came a microwaved stew of stale pasta and God knows what. Luckily, that gave more time for the cathedral itself — an unbelievable blend of Islamic, Byzantine and Norman architecture with direct links to Canterbury and Ely cathedrals in Britain. Any advocate of multi-culturalism should pay a visit — but bring your own food.