After sitting in the clouds atop the Swiss Alps, we hopped on the coach to head for Florence, Italy. Our first thing to do once in Florence was to go to our first authentic Italian meal. If you haven't noticed yet, I love food, so this was great for me. We got to the restaurant and we all sat down at one huge table in the basement of the building. When we sat down there was already bottles of wine and plates of cold cut salamis and hams along with bread sitting on the table.
I like this place so far.
After that, the waiter brought out these little crouton type things with Marinara sauce on top. Next up was the pasta. The waiter brought out huge plates of spaghetti and a pasta in a pesto sauce, and we all ate pasta until our hearts were content. At this point, our bellies were full, and the wine was gone. I just assumed the meal was over.
But no!
Soon, the wine was replenished and a huge tray of hot meat (chicken, sausage, pork etc) was brought out.
Is this for real?
I ate a little of the meat, but I was already so full. It must be over now.
NOPE.
Now, they bring the salad. Odd, I thought. Ok, it's over now. It's got to be. All my silverware was gone.
NOPE.
More forks were brought out, and then the ice cream desert. Ok, ice cream just fills in the cracks, so I managed to eat all of that. To end this epic meal, our tour manager bought us all a shot of Lemon chello. (sp?) It was, by far, one of the best meals I have ever had, just do to sheer proportion of the thing. I was then told that tomorrow would be the real feast.
WHAT?!
1 comment:
Yeah that dinner was veeeery generous! I thought it was over after the pesto and I dont even know how I managed to eat anything after that. Good old Italian...
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