Day 263– Two Broads in Italy Day 19 — It’s All About The Food

We took the morning vaporetto, the local water taxi, to the island of Murano where glassblowing is the tourist attraction. It was way too commercialized for us and each shop was tackier than the last. But I loved the quiet streets and waterways, and took lots of post card type photos there.

After returning to Venice and devouring delicious pizza and wine for lunch, we went in search of Harry’s Bar. We stumbled across it on the Grand Canal and went in for an overpriced Bellini, which was created at Harry’s and consists of Prosecco and peach juice. The bar wasn’t crowded and only some older English speaking tourists were enjoying the quiet ambiance from the 1940’s, until a young American couple brought in their two young children, about 18 months and 3 years, placed them on bar stools and ordered non alcoholic Bellinis for them, exclaiming “you’re having a Bellini at Harry’s Bar!” They were loud and obnoxious acted as if everyone in the bar should find them and their children irresistably cute. No wonder Europeans hate Americans. WE hated those Americans. Why they would bring small children into a bar, I’ll never know. They drove us from Harry’s and probably had never heard of Ernest Hemingway, who made Harry’s famous, let alone read any of his writings.

So we continued on our way, now in search of cannoli because my friend Irene commented on this blog and wondered if we’d tried it and how it was, telling me she grew up on it but thought it was a, Sicilian delicacy. We asked in a little shop where we made some purchases and were directed to a pasticceria that sold it. I thought it was delicious but I’m no judge since I’d never tried it before today but I’ll try it again if I can find it.

Late in the day, our quest changed to find porcini risotto for dinner. We lucked upon a ristorante that included it on their menu so we sat down for dinner. It was so delicious that we were uttering orgasmic sounds as we ate this incredible dish, covered with thin slices of black truffles. It was by far the best risotto I have ever eaten and I practically swooned when the waiter served the remainder of the pan of risotto, cooked to order for us, and topped the last scoops with more black truffle slices. Because of my atheistic tendencies, Linda wouldn’t let me say that I’d died and gone to heaven so I let my orgasmic groans (think “When Harry Met Sally”) speak for me.

We finished the evening, our last in Venice, on the Piazza San Marco, Linda with wine, me with a double espresso that will likely keep me up the rest of the night, and enjoying the live music that we’ve listened to each evening. When we arrived back at our room, we hesitated entering because it opens directly onto the tiny piazza and three Nigerian vendors of fake Gucci and Louis Vuitton bags were walking by. Out of nowhere, an Italian policeman appeared in a dead run straight toward these guys. They scattered and managed to elude the police but not before dropping most if their fake wares. It was an interesting way to end the day.









2 thoughts on “Day 263– Two Broads in Italy Day 19 — It’s All About The Food

  1. Mouth-watering- I love risotto! Love the Hemingway reference- if you haven’t read The Paris Wife (abt. Hemingway’s first marriage), you must! I love your shot of the sign (backwards- very creative). Wonderful photography as always, Carol! It’s hard to believe you will be coming home in a few days- what a trip you are having!

  2. I’m so glad you were able to try the cannoli. Cannoli is like spaghetti sauce in that every cook makes it differently but the photo you posted looked perfect! Made the poor fake vanilla oreos I had for dessert seem even more pitiful. When you get back you, Jen and I can whip up a batch of cannoli though we’ll cheat and buy the shells pre-made as they are a challenge! In the meantime there is Stella Bakery at 446 Columbus Avenue in San Francisco. We always pick up a half dozen or so when we’re in the area.

    P.S. The porcini risotto sounded fabulous! The chef would have loved your description though your Sally Albright impersonation was probably even more memorable.

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