Eating in
Venice is a treat. Space is always a
consideration so you can find yourself standing at a table, perched on a fountain's edge or sitting next to a canal on a very
narrow walkway or balcony.
Most eating is
done on the run with little pizzerias serving slices out through a hole in the
wall. Even so it is like eating a little slice of heaven. How do the italians cook the most delicious spaghetti on the planet and yet it seems not to have anything in it but a drizzle of oil and some herbs?
It's common to see school children, tourists and even well
dressed men and women munching on a Panini as they walk.
Waiters are
well dressed and always have the white / black apron. They beseech you for business and then fluff
over you while you are in the restaurant like long lost family, always trying to upsell you extra
bread, wine, desert etc.
A small few are
bossy, we did encounter a couple – normally elderly men who run their
restaurant like a well oiled machine. You can only sit where the waiter places you – no
bags in the walkway. It was too much for
one gay couple who walked out thinking, I’m sure, it was because they were gay –
no we all got the same treatment.
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