At lunch today our waiter forced us to finish with fritelle, the fried beignet filled with cream that is a typical Venetian Carnevale treat. “Coming to Carnevale in Venice without eating the fritelle is like a going to Rome and a notta seeing the Pope.” Here’s to you Benedict.
Words cannot accurately describe Carnevale, and so at the going rate of one thousand words per (even after giving effect to the weakness in the Dollar) I should be able to meet my daily quota quite nicely. Read more »
Lest our posts give the impression that life in Italy always runs according to script, that each morning we rise, eat a sumptuous breakfast as attendants give us neck rubs and wash our feet, glide effortlessly to our first appointment with nary a missed turn, Read more »
Just a quick post this morning, as today is a travel day. We leave Friuli and our new love, the Collio, to head southwest toward Venice for two nights in Treviso. Along the way we hope to stop in medieval Cividale del Friuli. More on that later. Read more »
Several days ago, I posted my definitive guide to grappa, having visted the purported birthplace of this semi-toxic beverage. Thank you to alert reader Jeff Gilleran of Alexandria, Virginia (apologies Dave Barry) for pointing out a grievous omission to my story. Read more »
As we continue to tear pages from our calendar, we welcome our new readers – thanks and welcome to both of you! You are joining an elite fraternity of people dedicated to the enjoyment of all things Italian. And when I say elite, I mean dozens! Read more »
Over the past week we have, as is our habit here in Italy, been eating and drinking our way across the country. From Trento to Riva del Garda to Bassano del Grappa to Maristoca to Capriva del Friuli to Gorizia. From salmon carpaccio to bigoli all'anitra to pork with horseradish to frico to bear. From muller thurgau to grappa del Trentino to aperitivo to tokai friulano. It has indeed been a heck of a week. And that doesn't even include the German portion of our trip. Read more »