If you read Part 1, you might have gotten the impression that I was pretty fed up with eating out in Venice after having such a difficult time finding restaurants on my list that were actually open for business, that I just stuck to drinking, and ended up falling in the extremely poorly secured drop-off points along the canals. Well, the good news is that I didn't forget the bottle and I didn't fall in. What more can one ask for? How about a decent lunch?
|Impronta Cafe - |
+39 041 275 0386
|Tiramisu with fruit and some kind of stupid, inedible flowery thing on top|
Impronta has a kind of deli-style counter running along one of the walls where take-out of sandwiches, breads, and desserts is possible. I hate to say that this nearly ruined my lunch. A mother and her young son spent a good half hour between my table and the counter doing the sorts of obnoxious mother/child stuff that might be appropriate at the playground, but not beside one's table when you're trying to chill out from wandering aimlessly in a foreign city trying to figure out where one is. After a while, they really got on my nerves, the kid doing all those things that civil French hate about kids, especially kids in restaurants/cafes - acting cute, acting out, goo gooing with the mother, spilling food on himself, and, well, just plain being a kid in a restaurant. Eventually, my ornery-side got the better of me and I turned to the mother and in my chillingly hostile voice informed her that I was trying to eat. She seemed to have gotten the message, but just as quickly was back to acting all obnoxiousy mothery again. When she finally left, she turned at the door and bid me adieu, which nearly brought a smile to my face.
|Muro -Campo Bella Vienna|
San Polo 222 +39 041 24 12 339
|Pepata di Cozze|
When I commended the dish to the server, he opined, 'the best is yet to come,' and he was correct. I ordered the special - spaghetti and lobster Primo del Giorno (20€). I had been tempted by the whole grilled fish, but the price by the kilo looked risky. I shied away from the grilled seafood platter after my disappointing plate the night before at Osteria ae Cravate. The Primo, though, was superb, with a half lobster to go along with spaghetti with shrimp and tomato that was spiced up by something akin to the great Old Bay seasoning, but less salty and a bit spicier. Encore.
|Mamma mia - Primo del Giorno|
Nothing much appealed to me on the dessert menu, so I opted for the tiramisu(5€) again - also homemade, simpler and better than the pretty decent one I had earlier in the day at Impronta.
|Muro's tiramisu, sans fruit from the woods|
|View from my table at Muro, early Friday evening|
Just to add, I was among the guests at another dinner at the Casino of Venice. It was a pretty good meal, featuring some decent artichokes, which is about all I can remember, so the wine must have been pretty good, too. I did have a chance to wander to the casino part of the Casino with a couple acquaintances, fully armed with my free 10€ chip and admission paper (following the vetting of my passport). Hello, David Lynch. No Sharon Stones throwing chips in the air - this place was somber. There were several adjoining rooms housing roulette and baccarat tables and populated by cigar-smoking Italian ghouls and their gals. I placed my chip on a roulette table and left without it about 10 seconds later. Back out into the night, free shuttle boat back to the Palazzo Roma, and I got back to my hotel without falling into the canal. Goodnight.