First night, I ate the gnocchi while Miguel had pizza with artichokes and Fernando had the calzone:
In Venice the following day, I had a healthy breakfast of bakery pizza, followed by a real Italian latte later, and finally finished the day with spaghetti pomodoro.
The next day we traveled to Padua (or Padova, in Italian) and met an old housemate Sara, and her boyfriend Francesco and friend Marco. I had met them all in Granada before. Marco is a a chef and helped us all order our dinner at a very authentic/non-touristy restaurant in Padua. I had a pizza with cream sauce and prosciutto and mushroom. He also ordered white wine for us and it was the best I have ever had. It is called "prosecco" or "frizzantino." We went to a famous gelato shop called Grom where I (no exaggeration, again) had the best gelato I have ever tasted. The pistachio was like pure, creamed pistachios. It blew my mind! They topped it with this incredibly thick whipped cream and a biscotti-like cookie. Drooling again. Later we stopped by a bar and they bought us all a very Italian, very youthful drink called a "spritz". So delicious!
A couple days later in Florence, Arisa and I had a lovely lunch outside of a quaint restaurant, slightly off the beaten path. She had salmon pasta and I gorged on yet another pizza with mushroom. The crust was the best part. So perfect.
Our last day in Italy was spent in Bologna where Sara, Francesco and Marco met us just to say goodbye. They even took a 2 hour train to see us. We went to a restaurant recommended by multiple Italians and were pleased to again find zero English on the menu. Authentic, indeed. I ordered the spinach tortellini and was not disappointed. :]
And here ends your dose of food porn.
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