“There’s nothing more romantic than Italian food.”
In Italy, and for Italian people, the concept of “food” by itself is sacred. I mean, I have Italian friends who literally and figuratively care about what I eat. One time at the university, I ordered a small tramezzino and a panino that needed warming. My friend only saw the small sandwich, and he got seriously worried that this could not satisfy my hunger, and I told him that my other order was getting warmed up.
I read that in Italy, 5 million pizzas are baked every day! and I have seen it with my own eyes. At every corner of Venice, you can find these beautiful restaurants (not in the traditional sense) that sell a variety of delicious and colorful food. So, as I was walking towards the Rialto bridge, I got hungry, and I had an “Osteria” in mind that I had previously tried. For those of you who are not familiar with this word, let me give a short explanation. In the old days, Osteria, or in plural form Osterie (when a word ends in -a, in order to make it plural, you change it to -e; of course, there are some exceptions), were places that sold wine (vino) and simple food. However, nowadays, we call Osterie, the places that are less known to the tourists, with traditional dishes, lower prices, shorter menus, and amazing food. Therefore, I headed to my favorite Osteria, and unfortunately, it was closed. No worries because in Italy you will never stay hungry. Then this colorful restaurant caught my attention. These big pizzas are not for one person (obvi !), and when you order them, they slice it up, warm it up, and give it to you fresh on a plate.
A tip to remember: In Italian, if you want to eat in say: mangio qui or qua.
And if you want a takeaway say: porto via.
From 0:01 to 0:54 Italian food:
I chose a healthy option, basically bread with vegetables, including rucola, tomato, cucumber, and pepper. Of course, the options are so intriguing that you can never just get one thing. I also got Lasagna with Pomodoro sauce (my favorite), and as for dolce (which literally translates to sweet), what you call desert, I got tiramisu that was not very good.
From 1:32 to 4:54 I went to the local market.
Local markets in Venice are always beautiful sites to see. Full of people and salesmen, and they are full of life. The first market I saw that day was a local fruit market, with fresh fruits and verdure (vegetables), with hypothetically lower prices (it is Venice after all), and nothing is cheap here!
Then I came upon the fish market. It was actually the first time I was seeing them. It was lovely. Fishermen were talking with loud voices, trying to attract more customers, cuttlefish or seppioline shown at 3:11, that is very famous here, and they make a special spaghetti with it, which is black!
I will show it to you later, maybe in another video.
Fresh fish, big seagulls that were after the fish, and sometimes got lucky, concluded this part of my journey.
-Chronicles of the “little journeys.”
