You know,
I didn't think I was going to enjoy Venice. It just sounds so hokey and
touristy. I've already been to the
Venetian in Vegas, can't be that much different. But we were travelling with family, and it
was one of the stops on the itinerary. I would soldier on and do my duty.
Coming in
via train, it doesn't look like much. But take five steps out of the station
and you are on the grand canal with a flurry of boats motoring in every
possible direction, houses seeming to magically float on the water, and the
bustle of tourists trying to scurry off to their hotels. This is a special
place in the world - there is nothing else quite like it. No cars and no
scooters, only boats. It lends an amazing peacefulness to the city, especially
once you get a few blocks from the grand canal and the water ways are no bigger
than a few feet across. At night when
all the cruise ships have left you feel like you have the place to
yourself.
The first
real market we saw in Italia. Beautiful, heaping mounds of produce. The purple artichokes looked so good you'd
want to eat them right on the spot. I've never seen anything quite like them.
Everything comes in from the mainland here and it all delivered via boat. It is
an endlessly flowing stream of crate after crate of food, wine, beer, and on
and on. Considering how much goes into getting something on your plate, it's
amazing it's not more expensive.
Venice
feels like you are in Disneyland, only it's actually real. There are so many beautiful boats. The
vaparetto is the "water bus" and is the cheapest (€7 for a one way
ride) around. There are also the gorgeous water taxis like the one above -
shiny wooden hulls like something out of a Bond movie - that will gladly take
you wherever you want for €40 - €100. Best bet is to just get a good pair of
walking shoes and hoof it - it's not that big of a city.
Dinner
our first night was at a tiny locals only spot way off the main drag,
recommended by the owner of the apartment we were renting. Osteria Al Portego
offered a great apertivo tasting of random local seafoods. The dinner menu was
a bit more substantial with some hearty pastas and whole fishes.
Ever
wonder what the difference is between an osteria, trattoria & ristorante is? Neither did I. But we found out anyway. In Italia they are not necessarily interchangeable. An osteria menu tends to be short, with an emphasis on
local specialties such as pasta, grilled meat or fish, and often served at
shared tables. A trattoria is less formal than a ristorante, but more
formal than an osteria. There are generally no printed menus, the service
is casual, wine is sold by the decanter rather than the bottle, prices are
low, and the emphasis is on a steady clientele rather than on haute cuisine. A
ristorante on the other hand will have white table cloths, proper silverware
and a formal wine list. The food is not guaranteed to be any better. Ristorante basically
charge more for similar food, and tend to prey on tourists. Buyer beware.
A
beautiful plate of fresh mozzarella with sliced artichokes and tomatoes, on a
bed of arugula. I never thought of using arugula for a caprese, but it goes
really well this - better than basil even. The peppery bite of the arugula
greens is a great contrast to the creamy mozzarella and sweet tomatoes.
Some
spicy little prawns with pappardelle pasta. A little bit of work getting the
shells off, but totally worth it.
Mmmmm….spaghetti
with clams. This is one of my absolute favorite pasta dishes - I feel complete
having had it in Italia now. Beautiful little clams, releasing their sea brine
just at the right moment to create a salty, luscious sauce. Perfectly cooked spaghetti
and just a sprinkle of parsley.
Simplicity in it's purest form.
Lunch by
the canal; a few bites and a couple beers in the sunshine. Big hunks of mortadella with pickled peppers,
wedges of taleggio with figs, slices of cured salami. I don't really see how
you could improve on this.
Oh, let's
not forget about the gelatto. After
lunch we stopped at Gelateria Nico on the waterfront with an amazing view of Giudecca island, just to the south of Venice.
Another
plate of ham? Si! Dinner on night two of Venice is off to a
good start.
Pasta
fagiouli soup. With almost no chunks of
pork or solid beans to speak of. The
taste was spot on - a deeply flavored crock that brings to mind a slowly
simmering soup being tended to with love by little Italian grandmother.
Buried
under that sauce is an irresistibly good piece of eggplant lasagna. Layers of
thin sliced roasted eggplant, sandwiching alternating layers of mozzarella and
ricotta. Incredible.
Half the
fun of Venice is just getting lost in the alleys. Every turn leads you down
another corridor that looks likt it has remained unchanged since the Venetians
ruled most of the Mediterranean. People hang their laundry overhead, smoke
cigarettes out the window on lazy, hot afternoons, and pull their boats up to their front doors.
This is a place like no other.
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