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We’ve moved apartments.  We were very disappointed when we booked this trip to learn that the Mimi apartment was not available after April 1.  We were told that the Benozzo apartment was very nice, but it did not have a view or a terrace.  It did have windows facing the contessa’s renaisance rose garden and it was bigger.  We whined to our neighbors that we didn’t want to move because we did not get to enjoy the terrace during rainy cold March and we expected April to be warmer terrace weather.  We even whined to the contessa’s daughter.  That got us an extra 10 days because, we were told, the trip of the people who booked the apartment was delayed.  Imagine our surprise in seeing our new apartment and realilzing that we liked it better!<br />
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There is a lovely hall that leads into the apartment.  There is a small desk area and the master bedroom, the master bath and a guest bedroom are off of that little area.  The master bedroom is a nice size with a very comfortable bed and a big window that looks out onto the garden.  The bath is not ensuite but that is not a problem.  There is a guest bathroom at the begining of the apartment, at the front door.  Not a problem for us, maybe for our guests.  The small guest bedroom is next to the master.  Both bedrooms have wood beamed ceilings and both have big windows looking out onto the garden.   There is a second hallway that leads directly to the kitchen. <br />
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The kitchen is big enough and has a great window that allows me to spy on my neighbors while I fix dinner.  I am fascinated (Arnie says obsessed) by our neighbors across from and below us who have an enclosed patio that leads to their garden.  They have a glass dinning room table in the room and every night they set half of the table with a table cloth.  He usually sets the dishes.  They eat at around 8:30 while watching the TV in the corner.  After dinner they each have a piece of fruit from the bowl that is permanently on the table.  He helps to clear the table but then comes back into the room and watches TV as I assume she does the dishes.  They appear to be in their 80’s.  It seems that the universe is out of balance on the rare occasions that they do not follow this pattern.  I am very relieved to see them again the next night.  The woman in the apartment above them does amazing gymnastics to hang her laundry on the clothes line that is beyond a jungle of plants on her tiny balcony.   Her life would seem so much easier if she removed most of the jungle to get easy access to the clothes line.  I imagine that she prefers to look at the plants and willingly accepts her laundry challenges.   I also watch for the lights on the 4th floor kitchen across from us.  A young woman lives there and she is usually in the kitchen at the time when we are turning off our lights to go to bed. The people above her cram their guests into their kitchen for Sunday and holiday lunches.  We also follow the progress of the childern in the day care center next to us.  Thankfully, one chid has adjusted and stopped crying for the hours that he is there.  I find watching (spying on?) the lives of our neighbors fascinating and wonder what they say about us.  I imagine them saying, “What could that woman possibly be doing pulling on those rubber tubes?”  (That is my exercise equiptment)  Or, “My God, they are eating early again.”  (We eat around 8:15, after I call Dad.)  Or worse, “That woman is standing at her window looking at us again!”  <br />
Well, back to the apartment.<br />
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The combination living and dinning room is off of the hallway that leads to the kitchen.  A second guest bedroom is off of that room.  The living room is huge with a very comfortable couch. (Our last apartment had only a love seat.)  There are 4 additional chairs and a fireplace.  We have 2 huge windows that face the garden.  I usually stand there and watch the flowers grow while I drink my morning tea.  There are 4 tortoises in the garden and the contessa’s 2 dogs totally ignore them.  The garden attracts lots a birds.  It is so peaceful to listen to the birds and just stare at the flowers.  The irises and roses are in bloom now.   <br />
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The second guest bedroom off of the living room is very charming.  It has walls and ceilings that I just can’t describe.  My friend Janet described it best as “Wedgewood.”<br />  The windows in this room have the same view as the kitchen.  It is a bit overdone, but Janet stayed here and she seemed very comfortable.<br />
Back to the living room.  We estimate the ceiling hieght to be 15 feet.  The one feature that makes this apartment so unique is the ceiling.<br />
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It is fabulous to lay on the couch (Arnie) or sit in the comfy chair (me) and just stare at the cieling.  It is only rivaled by standing at the window and watching the garden.<br />
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<p>Like the sleeping dogs, we are very content here and have asked to book it for next year.<br /><br />
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The theme continues: food, food and more food.  I wrote about our trips to the market last year but this year you get to see a video!   Market day is always an adventure.  We get to see everyone else schlepping to the market; we get to see the street life of a non-tourist area; we get to see beautiful food; and, we get to interact with lovely people.  <br />
We go to the same deli/butcher, pasta maker and bread maker as last year.  The drill is to take a number and wait your turn.  Italians are notorious for not getting into an orderly line so the numbers are essential.  This system also helps me with learning my Italian numbers, I pay serious attention to my number.  <br />
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On this day we lined up first for pasta (we were #49 and they were on #20). We bought a Tuscan specialty, Picci pasta.  I like to eat that with the wild boar sauces or the duck sauces.  So, are you just so jealous that I can talk about purchased wild boar sauce like I was talking about buying tuna fish?  We also bought spinach gnudi (like gnocchi but made with ricotta not potato); and ravioli filled with ricotta and walnut. This is not a “fast-food” experience.  The people are having elaborate conversations with the clerks about portion size and how to cook their pasta.  I understand very little of what is said but I still find it entertaining.  When it is my turn I just tell them that I want pasta for 2 people and they always give me the correct portion.  One of the pasta women remembered us from last year and when she waits on us she is very patient and shows me the amount of time to cook the pasta by holding up the corresponding number of fingers.  She also gives us the receipt at the same time that she tells us the price.  She must see the look of complete concentration on my face as I interpret sette e venti, 7.20.  This pasta is incredible.  The picci is a thick spaghetti that has a real bite to it when it is cooked.  The ravioli could make you cry.  The next stop is the bread people, we were # 02 and they were on #80.  You tell them how many people the bread is for and they cut you a hunk of the appropriate size.  We are always tempted by the other treats and this day we bought a slice of apple strudel that tasted as good as it looked.  They have a deep fat fryer at the bread stand.  They fry bread balls, then sprinkle them with sugar and they fry polenta squares then sprinkle those with salt.  We often buy the fried polenta for a snack on the way home.  It is all of a 20 minute walk and we don't want to starve on the way home!  Last is our deli/butcher.  He still feeds us as soon as we arrive.  It is usually a slice of bread with the Italian soft cream cheese spread on top.  From him we buy our mortadella, prociutto, pecorino cheese and sheep milk ricotta.  Every now and then he tells me that his sister made something; sometimes pasta, sometimes cheese.  Then we have to buy whatever it is and we are never disappointed.  He always tells me how beautiful I am and tells Arnie how lucky he is to be my husband.  Now, I know he says the same thing to the 80 year old grandmothers but I don't care.  After we leave him we take a look at the vegetables and buy whatever strikes our fancy.  This day it was fresh peas.   They had Fava beans but we weren’t in the mood to deal with them.  When we went to the same vegetable vendor a week later she threw spring garlic and parsley in the bag of peas for free, I guess the second purchase makes one worthy.  All of those goodies make up 3 dinners and a couple of lunches.  Throw in the lettuce and pear that we buy every day from the guy around the corner from the Palazzo and we are good to go.  <br />
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On our way home from the market we stopped into a shop that sells wine in bulk.  You bring your bottle and they fill it up from a spigot then cork it.  They sold us a few empty wine bottles since we were not prepared to do this.  La signora doesn’t speak English but that didn’t stop her from explaining everything to us in Italian and we got the drift of how things worked.   Then she took my camera and gave it to Arnie and brought me to the spigot to have my picture taken filling a bottle.  The wine was not bad for 3 euro.  It beat out our favorite $3.99 Trader Joe’s Nero d’Avola.  She is now Arnie’s BFF (Best Friend Forever).  Arnie has been back every few days.<br />
The best part of market day is always coming home to enjoy the spoils of our toils.<br />
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If you think that our entire trip to Italy revolves around searching out food and food festivals, well, you would be correct.  We sought out “Taste” a three day festival celebrating artisan foods.  That describes just about all Italian food, so I guess it would be more accurate to say that this is a three day festival to celebrate artisan food makers willing to pay for a stall.  We went to this festival last year and had a great time.  This year I thought there was less meat, alcohol and chocolate and more condiments and prepared sauces.  That is not to say that we did not eat (or drink) enough.  <br />
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<p>There was some beautiful prosciutto.  It doesn’t get much better than having the meat shaved right there and eating it on fresh Tuscan bread while sipping Tuscan wine.<br /><br />
I did some Paparazzo filming as well as food filming.  A big time Italian food writer was at the festival.  I was next to him and everyone pulled out their cameras and started shooting.  I had no idea who he was but that didn’t stop me from putting my tiny camcorder in his face.  I later saw his book prominently displayed.<br /><br />
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I did learn one thing; best not to mix alcohol and film making.  Filming things went down-hill after we got the wine glasses.    Luckily for Arnold, I was not as focused as I should have been when we went into the shopping area.  I marked my program with several items that I wanted to buy, then forgot about them.  We still did OK with our spoils.<br /><br />
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What would grab my attention more than the words “Festival of Sweets”?   Well, I just don’t know.  That is why we took the 20 minute train ride to "Dolcemente Prato."  We went to Prato last year to see the frescos in the cathedral and enjoyed ourselves.  I already mentioned that I was reading the book about the 14th century merchant from Prato.  But really, this trip was all about the sweets. You've got to love a city, with a population of 180,674, that throws a festival celebrating 37 pastry chefs, mostly from that city!   It is very  simple to negotiating the train to Prato.  One buys the ticket from a self-serve kiosk in 3 easy steps, pays 1.80 euro, validates the ticket, and off you go.  The train was relatively empty, not like the train to the Chocolate Festival in Perugia a few years ago with standing room only crowds.  It being a Sunday, and Italy, the information desk at the train station was closed and we couldn't get a map of the city.  We took a taxi because we didn’t know where we were going.  We would have taken a taxi even if we did have a map because the festival was outside of the city center and not remotely within walking distance.  I have not yet become ambi-photographic so I just used my little camcorder and don’t have still photos of the treats.  You’ll have to watch the video to see the highlights.  Chocolate was big, as were the Easter cakes.  Tons of samples later we decided to go to lunch.  I asked the nice young women at the information desk to call us a taxi to pick us up in the front of the festival venue.   Then I realized that we missed half of the festival, the most fun part: chocolate Easter egg competition!  We found this as we were leaving and ran past so as not to miss our taxi.  We went to the city center in hopes of stumbling onto a good restaurant.  We did.  Fortunately, the information office in the center of town was open and the nice young women gave us a map and recommended a restaurant just around the block.<br />
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It was a small trattoria with a limited menu that was, not surprisingly, excellent.  We were lucky to get the last 2 tables.  We started by sharing the pasta with duck sauce<br />
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Arnie had the wild boar stew.  It was very intense, like it had been cooked down for days, and meltingly delicious.<br />
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I had the rabbit stuffed with mortadella and other wonderfulness.  It was a pretty light dish, all things considered. Olive oil doesn’t count in making something filled with calories does it?<br />
After lunch we went into the Cathedral to see the newly restored frescoes (that we saw last year).  The little (like 4 feet tall) man at the desk told us, in Italian, that they were only open for groups.  He was very apologetic.  Then, as we stood in the front of the altar, he came to me, took my hand and lead us to the left side of the altar.  He said, all this in Italian, that we could come to the side chapel to pray.  Then he pointed to the view of the best of the frescoes, and asked if I understood.  Yeah, pray for free and see the frescoes as an added bonus.  <br />
After leaving the church we miss-read the newly obtained map and ended up on the opposite end of the town from the train station.  I asked another nice man standing in a doorway how to get to the train station.  He told us to turn around and back track quite a bit.  When I asked him how long it would take, he said, “You’re a tourist, take your time.”  He was right.  We missed the 4:00 train but were at the station in plenty of time to get the 4:28 train and get back to Florence for the end of the little food festival in our own Piazza. <br />
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Here’s the link to YouTube video of the dessert festival :  <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/alaguar1">http://www.youtube.com/user/alaguar1</a><br />

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I’m reading a book, The Merchant of Prato, by Iris Origo, about a prominent merchant from the city of Prato, located 20 miles from Florence, who left behind some 500 business ledgers and account books when he died in 1560, about the same time as the Palazzo Antellesi was built.  He put the  phrase, “In the name of God and of profit” at the head of each ledger.  Not much has changed in Tuscany, except the God part was dropped a couple hundred years ago.  In the name of profit 2 outlet malls were built near Florence and they are a major tourist draw.  One might even say tourist trap.  Let’s start by getting there.  The English language tourist guides have ads for the malls stating that there is a shuttle bus that will pick one up at the hotel.  This fine service costs 25 euro round trip.  For a couple that is $66 to get to the mall.  The tourist guides fail to mention that the public bus gets you there for 6 euro round trip.  So, right away I felt I had saved over $40 which I could then spend because we took the public bus.  Arnie, of course, had a different idea.   We had a lovely ride to one of the malls through the Tuscan countryside.  More than half the trip was getting out of the city, 35 minutes, then a short and pretty 30 minutes on the Autostrada and we arrived, along with my predominantly Asian sisters.<br />
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The ads claim that the stores offer a 70% discount over retail.  That is true, however, when something starts out at $1,000, 70% off is still a big chunk of change.  I should mention that most stores do not allow cameras, except the Ermenegildo Zegna store, so to the extent that you may see some video inside Gucci, Ferragamo, Armani, I don’t know how that happened.  Im still trying to learn how to use my camera?<br />
I found that shopping, at my size, is no more fun in Italy than at home.  I always forget the cruelty of a dressing room mirror.  I though I knew my size equivalent in Italian sizes, but, I swear to God, I could not get my ANKLE into the pants that I thought were my size.  The mall stores tend to have sample sizes and I am no longer a sample size girl.  My skinny, young friends would have a great time at the mall!  <br />
We found Ferragamo to have the best pricing but not the most friendly.  I rested a sweater on a shelf that just happened to be the extra small shelf.  The “helpful” salesgirl rushed over and said, “Madam, this shelf is extra-small.”  I gave her that, “AND????”  look, then told her I placed the LARGE sweater there.   I still bought the sweater and a pair of slacks from her.  <br />
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Even Arnie got in the act.  He found a beautiful sweater at the Zegna store.  They were very helpful and very nice.  We learned that Arnie is an XL in Italy.  That made me feel a bit better since he is not an XL at home, at least not when we left.  <br />
The bus didn’t leave for Florence until 4PM, which gave us 4 hours, so after discovering our limited purchasing  power options, we killed time the best way we know how: lunch.  I guess that could explain why I can’t get into sample sizes.  <br />
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Anyway, Arnie had a spaghetti carbonara and I had a pork picata along with a half bottle of Tuscan wine.  As usual in Italy, even mall food is good.  The bus trip back was very pleasant and we were home in plenty of time for dinner.  We were happy campers

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I haven’t decided the deep meaning of the contrast between these 2 dinning experiences so I will just describe them and you can decide.  Monday was another rainy day and we went for a stroll that lead us through the city center and to the other side of the Arno River.  This took all of 20 minutes.  We ate at Osteria Santo Spirito, in the Piazza Santo Spirito, owned by a young (late 20’s) couple and decorated in a young hip style: red & orange walls with modern art.  The menu is typically Tuscan with the exception of a huge freshly made salad section (unusual here) and a lot of different cheese plate options.  Most of the rough wooden tables are outside in the Piazza Santo Spirito with a canvas roof/cover and plastic sheeting on three sides for wind protection.  There are only 5 tables inside.  There was one “front of the house” guy who did everything: took all orders; delivered all items; bussed all tables.  There was one young woman behind the counter making the salads to order-I mean slicing the lettuce to order and everything else.  We later saw that she makes all of the desserts.  Actually, first we heard her make the desserts.  I though someone was jack-hammering concrete outside but it was the young woman whipping cream in an old beat-up stainless bowl.  I bet she would have Kitchen-Aid envy if she saw my stand mixer at home! There was one young female chef.   We sat inside because I did not want to be outside in the rain, even though the inside was like a meat locker because they kept the door open.  I kept my gloves on for most of the meal.    During our entire lunch we never saw the young man smile and he rarely spoke.  He said nothing when we walked in and just pointed to an empty table when I told him we were 2 for lunch; all of the tables were empty because everyone else sat outside.  He walked over to our table and put menus in front of us, not a word.  A few minutes later he walked back and just stood there with his order tablet and pen at the ready.  I know he could speak because when I asked for a half a liter of wine he said, “Glasses or bottles only,” in Italian.  Arnie looked at the wine list and pointed to a wine.  In English he said, “It’s finished.”  I think that was our only conversation.  It wasn’t so much that he was rude, in the French waiter kind of rude way, he was just dismissive and not at all friendly.  Maybe it had to do with his language skills.  Maybe he was just busy?  Maybe it was an age thing?  Enough whining, on to the food.  <br />
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We started by sharing an appetizer of Bresaola (air-dried thinly sliced beef) wrapped around goat cheese on a  bed of radicchio lettuce.  There was less goat cheese than I expected but the flavors were good.  Arnie had the beef stew special and I had the stewed rabbit special.<br />
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The rabbit was bigger and a bit more tender than the rabbit I had a few days earlier and the roasted potatoes were crunchy caramely on the outside and creamy on the inside.   Arnie’s stew was good and a decent potion.  As I mentioned, we watched the young lady making the desserts.   So, when our young man removed our plates I said, “Dessert!”  He brought over the menu and I asked him to ask her for a recommendation.  She said the TIramisu.  Now, that was really good.  I saw her use fresh whipped cream and mascarpone cheese in the batch that she was making.  No cheap substitutes.   <br />
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Dessert won the day.  But, all in all it was not a satisfying experience.  Here’s the thing: the prices were just a dollar or 2 less than the items on the Belcore menu (remember A Lazy Sunday Lunch?) and Belcore gave WAY more comfort with WAY less attitude.  The food wasn’t bad here, actually it was good, we just thought it was overpriced for the value and experience, compared to the day before.  Was it the cold room or the cold waiter?  It just kind of left a hole in the soul.<br />
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Tuesday we went to Zio Gigi, via F. Portinari 7, a block behind the Duomo.  This is an old restaurant with a hugh neon “Pizzeria” sign pointing to the restaurant from the main street perpendicular to the restaurant.  But, Zio Gigi doesn’t do Pizza.  It’s kind of a bait and switch.  The interior is a single long room with “eclectic” art.  There is a tapestry of the city of Florence, a horrible electric framed piece of a waterfall that is in motion, and an art poster by Klimt that is in a million college dorm rooms.  The tables are the usual wooden rustic numbers.  There are 2 frenetic waiters and the owner, Gigi, an imposing man with a wide grin who spontaneously bursts into song.  We were looking at the menu outside when a young man came out, and before getting on his motorcycle to go back to work, he said in broken English, “The food is good and the price is good.  The ricotta in the lasagna is very good today.”  What more does one need to know?  Gigi greeted us with a warm, “Buon Giorno” when we walked in and lead us to a table for 2 then brought a chair for me to put my old purse down!  He doesn’t speak English but that doesn’t stop him from being warm and accommodating.  The waitress speaks English.  Now, she was not all smiley and cheerful nor was she dismissive.  She was just really busy, looking around the room to see what else needed attention at the same time that she was taking our order.  On to the food.<br />
Zio Gigi has a fixed price menu.  A first course of pasta, a protein and a vegetable all for 8 euro!  That’s the price of a pasta course in most Trattorias in this city.  And the portions were huge!  <br />
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We both had the lasagna, which would have been enough if this were not our only meal of the day (that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it).   Arnie had the veal tonnata, a thinly sliced veal with a tuna sauce (yeah, it sounds gross but it is very good).  For an extra 4 euro I had an excellent veal chop.  <br />
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A half liter of wine was only 6 euro.   Most of the other patrons appeared to be on their lunch break.  Gigi pulled up a chair whenever he took an order.  I guess standing is an effort for a man so large.  The food was good for any price but especially so at such a bargain.  The quality of the food was the same as the day before.<br />
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So why is it that Osteria Santo Spirito left a whole in our soul and Zio Gigi filled the hole and left us feeling warm and happy?   Is it age discrimination on our part?  Is it sex discrimination?  Did we cut our hectic female server more slack than our young man?  Are we more comfortable in old and stuffy versus hip and modern?  Are we just cheap and prefer a cheap meal?  Whatever, we will return to Zio Gigi, maybe for a video?<br />
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Sunday is a lazy day in Florence especially if one takes a Vicodin on Saturday night.  Today was a particularly lazy day because is was rainy.  What is one to do on a rainy Sunday but engage in a bit of light shopping and a HUGE lunch?  So, with that in mind we headed to my Mecca, the Officina Profumo Farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella, then lunch at a favorite, Belcore.  <br />
I wrote about La Farmacia last year, at the end of the April 23, 2008, Santa Maria Novella blog entry. You may recall that it is more of a 15th century shrine than a store.  This year it was deserted.  I can’t remember a time when I did not have to wait for help.  This was a necessary shopping trip and not a leisure browsing adventure (that means Arnie was hungry), so I quickly bought my pot pourri for the apartment and face cream for “mature women” and we headed to lunch.<br />
Belcore (<a href="http://www.ristorantebelcore.it">http://www.ristorantebelcore.it</a> ) is just 2 short blocks from the Farmacia.  That is to say, it is not in the best of neighborhoods, one short block from the bus station and 2 blocks from the train station.   Think of that neighborhood in any major city and you know where we were.  However, once one passes through the door, it is an oasis of calm and civility.<br />
The civility begins with a free glass of Italian sparkling wine, Prosecco, to calm the nerves while perusing the menu.  Hardcore readers of my travel e-mail/blog may recall that last year we had lunch at Belcore and sat next to 2 men from England who polished off 4 bottles of expensive wine.  Arnie told our waiter this story and he actually heard the same story from the waiter of that day.  Thus, we learned that we are now a part of Belcore folklore.<br />
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The next taste treat to appear was a free amuse bouche of liver pate crostini and a stracchino cheese crostini (Italian soft cheese the texture of thick whipped cream with a tang).  So simple, so delicious.  Arnie ordered a bottle of Calabrian red wine,  the Odoardi, Savuto, in honor of my heritage, and because it was only 22 euros,.  We will never find it at home.  The waiter said that Odoardi is the best vinter in Calabria.  I’m thinking that is a pretty low bar to step across.  But, Arnie said it was very good and it tasted good to me.    An incredible appetizer called pumpkin cream with sliced steamed shrimp and chunks of Italian bacon, pancetta, followed.<br />
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This was really a creamy pumpkin soup with the most delicate flavors and shrimp that was so soft in its lightly steamed state.  The “bacon” added a nice bit of crunch.  We split the appetizer and pasta course but I think they gave us each more than just a half portion.<br />
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Next we had the pappardelle with wild boar ragu and juniper berries.   The pasta was perfect in it’s eggy yellowness and the ragu was really a stew with large chunks of wild boar.  Every bite or two one got a good crunch of juniper berry, like a peppercorn but more fruity.  Even I had flavor breakthrough.  I couldn’t tell the distinctive tastes but I could tell that there was an intense depth of flavor.  <br />
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Arnie had the tuna encrusted in peppercorn sitting in a delicious  broth with poached shallots and carrots.  The tuna was rare, which is rare in Italy.  The peppercorns were very intense and too much flavor for me even in my reduced tasting mode.  We wished that we had a spoon for the broth but had to settle for sopping it up with bread.  We have no shame.<br />
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I had the Belcore special filet, with a side of what they called sesame sauce, and braised cabbage in brown butter.  The filet was about 8 oz, and perfectly cooked to a medium rare.  I couldn’t get the distinct flavors of the sauce but it was a tiny bit spicy.  The cabbage was still crispy and had the nice nutty flecks from the brown butter.  <br />
After we ordered our dessert of Mascarpone semifreddo we were served a free sweet wine, vin santo, and biscotti while we waited.  One can not spend too much time without food and drink  <br />
The semifreddo was a frozen whipped cream cheese like delight covered in chopped almonds, carmel and chocolate sauce.  Does life get any better?  Next we had coffee and since that wasn’t enough, we were given a free glass of a digestivo:  Arnie a grappa and I had an Amaro, an herb liqueur with overtones of orange.  The pricing for each course was in line with many of the everyday Trattoria we have visited. You read the word “free” four times, if you have been paying attention.  All things considered, this was a great value for the quality.  Stock market be damned.  <br />
We meandered home for an afternoon nap, looking forward to our adventures of the upcoming week.<br />
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The Duke of Urbino was a 15th century mercenary who injured his right eye in battle.  He subsequently had a notch taken out of the bridge of his nose to improve his peripheral vision and only allowed portraits of his left profile there after creating a now famous image.  Who cares?  I do since I had my stitches removed on Friday and will only be permitting pictures of me in left profile for the next few months.  Most of you know that will not be such a big deal since Arnie rarely takes control of the camera to photograph me.  <br />
So, how was my taste of medicine Italian style?  Very interesting.  <br />
First, I used American Express Global Assist to find a doctor.  Even though I have a no fee card I have access to this very valuable service.  I called them before we left and asked for a referral to a plastic surgeon.  They e-mailed me the name of a plastic surgeon that was recommended by the Embassy along with the names of 3 private clinics in Florence.  Renee, who works in the office here at the Palazzo, agreed to make the appointment for me since I feared that too much information would be exchanged for my limited Italian.  As luck would have it, the recommended doctor would not be in on Friday.  However, they did have a general surgeon who had an appointment available at 7PM.   I expected that my limited Italian would vanish in the face of the stress of seeing the doctor so I wrote out, in Italian, all of what I assumed they would want to know.  I also had my passport and my home insurance card.  Ha!<br />
It was my intention to shower, dress nicely, take my camera and document the whole event.  However, a little after 4PM I got a phone call from the clinic.  I understood the receptionist to ask if I could come at a different time.  Panic because I was told to have the stitches removed in 7-10 days.  Friday was day 9.  I assumed that a different time meant a different day.  Now we had to switch to English and fortunately that was no problem.  I was told I could come right away.  So, in my jeans, with dirty hair, we rushed out of the house, without the camera, and got a taxi to the clinic.<br />
The clinic is a beautiful villa on the outskirts of the city, which means it is 15 minutes from the center of town.  I checked in and was told to have a seat in the waiting room.  No questions asked; no forms to fill out.  We went into a standard waiting room with plastic chairs and waited with a half-dozen well heeled gentlemen of a certain age.  In about 5 minutes a tall, distinguished, white haired doctor, dressed in the universal lab coat,  came to the door and announced my last name.  I stood up and he immediately turned around and started to walk down the hall.  Arnie and I dutifully followed.  He stood at the door and gestured us into an exam room that also had a small table used as a desk.  We sat down across from the table, he went behind the table and did the same.  Then in English he asked his only question, “You had an accident?”   I got all flustered and in Italian said that I wrote everything down and I handed him my sheet of paper.  He seemed uninterested in reading my medical treatise so I just said in English that I had Mohs surgery 9 days ago for basal squamous cancer and needed my sutures removed.  His limited curiosity satisfied he lead me to the exam table, turned on a lighted magnifying glass and went to work. He counted as he removed all 20 stitches then told me I would be happy with the results in about 7 months.  He put Steri-strips on my nose and said, “O.K.”    He opened the door and we followed him out.  I asked if we payed at the front and he said yes.   And that was that.   No medical history; no chart created; no curiosity about how we got to him, just “O.K.”   I wished him a good weekend and we paid our 80 euros with a credit card and we were back on the street in less than 30 minutes.    I don’t know what would have happened if we said we didn’t have any money.  I guess they figured that if we got to Florence we could cough up 80 euros.<br />
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This is the only paper trail of our visit as far as I know.  That was fine with me.  I was very relieved to have the whole thing over with so we came home and did what we do: drank good red wine.<br />
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With our bags packed we were ready go to Florence on Tuesday, 2/24 for a 23 hour door to door trip.  We will be in Florence for 12 weeks.  Yes, we are very blessed and no, we are not watching what is happening in the stock market.  We are staying at the Palazzo Antellesi, where we stayed last year, with La Contessa, but in a different apartment.   The Mimi apartment is on the top floor with a terrace overlooking the Piazza Santa Croce but we will only be in this apartment for the first 6 weeks then move to another apartment because Mimi was already booked for April.  The living room and dinning room have French doors that go out onto the terrace.  The bedrooms and kitchen have views of the Tuscan hills to the south of town.  The apartment is flooded with light.  Although the apartment is a 2 bedroom, the second bed is about 6 inches wider than a twin.  It really is only suitable for one person, or a very young skinny couple.  So, be fore warned that if you want to visit us you should wait till April, unless you come alone.  <br />
We had a bit of melodrama prior to departure.  About 3 weeks before leaving I learned that the bump on the side of my nose was basal squamous cancer.  Well, that sucks.  It was a real rush to have surgery in time for the trip.  First, I had to wait a week for insurance authorization.  Now, you’d think that for the outrageous sum of my health insurance premiums that my doctor’s suspicion that it was cancer would be enough!  After authorization came the biopsy.  Then we had to wait for the biopsy report, then we had to schedule the Mohs surgery done by the Dermatologist followed immediately by reconstruction of the right side of my nose by a Plastic surgeon.  My plastic surgeon and his wife love to travel to Italy and he rushed everything through so that I had the surgeries 6 days before departure.  The day before departure he checked my sutures and pronounced me ready to go.  I am having the stitches removed here in Florence.  You will hear all about it.  Traveling with nasal packing, a yellow/red eye and bandage from the bridge of my nose to my cheek is a true delight.  I told Arnie that everyone will think I was the victim of domestic violence.  Actually, I look like my nose was malled by a Pit Bull, and I feel like the dog won the fight.  But, the melodrama is over and we are in Florence to enjoy ourselves.  <br />
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The flight was uneventful, other than the length.  We flew from San Diego to New York to Brussels to Florence.   La Contessa invited us to her apartment for drinks on our first night.  We were joined by 2 other American couples; one couple we met last year who live in Santa Fe, the Gossens,  and a couple from Conneticuit.  Then we went to dinner with the Gossens and crashed at about 9:30.  One big down side of nasa packing is that I can’t really taste much.  My poached chicken stuffed with juilliened vegetables on a bed of artichoke puree looked pretty.  Arnie loved his pasta carbonara.  One sure sign that I am "off my game"  is that I haven't yet taken my camera out of the apartment.  You know that will change soon.<br />
The weather in Florence is a brisk 54 during the day and a very cold 34 at night.  We brought plenty of warm clothes and, hey, we are in Florence, so I don’t care if it is a bit nippy.  <br />
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I bought 2 new toys in anticipation of the trip; a MacBook computer and a flip camcorder.  I’m adjusting to both.  I bought the computer the day before the medical melodrama and the Mac people transferred all of my files from my other computer. I managed to fit in 3 free workshops that taught me the BARE basics: turn on here; turn off here; here is where we put your stuff.  The flip camcorder arrived about the same time as the computer and is just adorable.  It is the size of a cell phone and the USB port flips out of the side and attaches to the computer to down load the movies.    The Mac has a movie editing program that easily uploads movies to YouTube.  Now I not only have a blog, I have a YouTube account!  I might even figure out what FaceBook is all about one day.<br />
I still have a lot to learn about film making.  For one, I learned that slow is better than fast.  The first movie I took caused extreme dizziness while watching.  You will be subjected to my learning curve, if you so choose.<br />
In addition to learning how to use my new toys I will be taking another language program.  My goal is to be able to read the headlines of a newspaper without a 15 minute mental translation in my head for each headline.  Maybe this year I can get that mental translation down to 7 1/2 minutes?  <br />
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Mazza family of Calabria circa early 1970's<br />
Another goal of this trip is to meet my very distant cousin who we learned lives in Florence.  You may recall that last year we went “off-line” when we left Florence for Calabria, Sicily and Paris.  I continued to type the blog entries and vowed to upload them when we got home, but life took over.  Anyway, I found my father’s first cousin (tall guy in the middle, above) and the Mazza extended family in Calabria.   Dad’s second cousin has a daughter who lives in Florence.  Once I am presentable I will be getting in touch with her.<br />
We are planning day or brief overnight adventures that will be weather dependent.  Our list includes Venice, Turin, Parma, Cinque-Terra, Urbino, Panzano (the home of the crazy butcher) and where ever our fancy takes us.  Croatia is on our wish list but it looks like that deserves longer than a few days so it may wait till next time.  Paying for an apartment in Florence and a hotel room in Croatia doesn’t seem like a good option this year.<br />
The rest of the time we will enjoy living in Florence.  Life just doesn’t get much better.
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I call this picture Pesce con fame (Hungry fish).  I think this is my favorite food picture.  The fish was baked and delicious and I couldn’t resist playing with it.  I created this art at <u>Centopoveri,</u> Via Palazzuolo, 31r (near Santa Maria Novella).  This was listed in the guide book as a small romantic restaurant specializing in seafood.  However, it has morphed into a much larger restaurant with a wood burning pizza oven.  They replaced the rustic tables and chairs with modern Milan-type high style plastic chairs.  I was not optimistic about the food when I saw the new decor but I was wrong to judge this book by its cover.   I started with the zucchini flower ravioli in cream sauce.  It was delicate and very good.  Arnie had the raw artichoke salad that had lots of sliced parmesan and great crunch.  Arnie followed his salad with the sliced steak.  He was kind of doing an Atkins diet thing.  I could not have been more pleased with my baked Seabass with asparagus (pesce con fame).  <br />
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First, the initial presentation was lovely, filleted with the head and tail placed back on the plate.  The fish was so light and flavorful.  Best of all, it was really well priced.  The staff went nuts when they saw my “art”.  Everyone came out of the kitchen and we had a group picture.  Surprisingly, when we returned 3 weeks later for pizza, they remembered me.  Oh, and we got those freebie drinks and Arnie found a new Grappa, Sibona, made from the Barbera grape.  It is his new favorite.<br />
Some have suggested that we may be partly responsible for the world wide food shortage.  There may be a little truth in that and I do feel a bit guilty about our over-indulgence, nevertheless, we did enjoy ourselves.  To eradicate some guilt I made a contribution to our local food bank and I would encourage you all to do the same.  That said, here’s what we ate:<br />
4/1<u> La Maremma</u>, Via Verdi 16r.  <br />
La Maremma is in our new Santa Croce neighborhood.  The décor is rustic but the food was not.  They have very sophisticated food for surprisingly good prices.  They also have a great wine list.  Arnie started with Risotto with grilled radicchio followed by duck in orange sauce. The risotto was done perfectly as was the duck.  The orange sauce was not overly sweet and had a bit of a kick to it.  I started with pasta with spring vegetables followed by fillet seasoned with herbs served on Tuscan bread.   The bread soaked up all of the filet juices and made for quite a flavorful open face sandwich. This is worth a repeat visit.<br />
4/1 <u>Enoteca Boccadama</u>, Piazza Santa Croce 24/26r.  <br />
Boccadama is right next to our Palazzo.  In fact, our front doors are adjacent.  We would not normally eat right on a main tourist Piazza fearing that the restaurant has no incentive to serve good food because of the location.  The menu looked interesting and we were tired from our long trip of moving our belongings a 10 minute cab ride.  Arnie started with spring Pea soup with goat cheese that was very good and he finished with a lovely warm octopus salad.  I had the pureed fava soup that was a little bland and followed that with eggplant with melted cheese that wasn’t quite eggplant parmesan because the eggplant was grilled.  I was pleasantly surprised.<br />
4/3   <u>Quatro Leone</u>, Piazza della Passera, Via dei Vellutini, near Pitti Palace.  
We weren’t planning on going here but it was raining when we left the Pitti Palace and this restaurant is close by.  We both started with salads and Arnie wanted the octopus but they were out so the waiter suggested the mixed fry; fried rabbit, chicken, artichokes and onion rings.  What could be bad about that.  I had the beef stew.  The real theater was the bistecca.  The waiter brought out what we would consider a raw roast for the approval of the patrons.  Then, that same beast was brought back to the table, charred and looking like it still had a pulse.  We said we would go back and try it but we just ran out of time.<br />
4/8 <u>Trattoria Sostanza</u>, Via del Porcellana 25r<br />
Sostanza is an old time Trattoria with two long rows of tables and a middle aisle.  The aisle people sit on stools and the wall people sit on a bench.  I was a wall person and had a view of the kitchen at the end of the aisle.  The menu is pretty simple.  You get one of 3 pastas with your choice of butter or meat sauce.  I had the penne with meat sauce and Arnie had the tortellini in butter sauce.  Good basic stuff.   As a second course I had the veal chop, which was really really good and Arnie had the fillet.  I didn’t pay much attention to his dish because I was enjoying mine too much.  One of the most memorial parts of the meal was the spinach.  It had just enough garlic and olive oil and could have been a meal on its own.  We encountered more Men Who Lunch.  The 5 men sitting next to us ordered what looked like a 5 lb. roast that they examined in its raw state and devoured with gusto when it emerged charred and bleeding.  We finished with vin santo and biscotti.  We were the only English speakers in the restaurant which we think is a good thing.<br />
4/9 <u>Osteria del Pozzo </u>(formerly La Baoranda), Via Ghibellina 67r<br />
This is the new restaurant with the stickers from the previous restaurant.  I started with a mixed salad that was really good and Arnie had ravioli with cream truffle sauce that is a contender for the best pasta dish (Giovanni and Belcore are in the running as well).  Arnie had the special beef stew, a possible winner in the beef stew category.  I had the pork chop; beautifully seasoned and tender.  I think I already mentioned the 2 free limoncellos and grappas.  We wanted to return but, so much food, so little time.<br />
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4/11 <u>Mangiofoco</u>, Borgo SS Apostoli 26r.  <br />
We had a good chuckle while we sat near the steep stairs and noticed a handicap access sign.  We wondered how they would manage to get anyone with a handicap down those stairs.  Maybe they are just required to have signs, not comply with them? Anyway, we came to Mangiogoco because we wanted something light.  We had visited this wine bar for drinks and the cute young staff members encouraged us to return for lunch.  They have a very limited menu that is pretty light by Tuscan standards.  We started with the best Salumi & cheese plate.  I never eat this stuff at home but Arnie had to be careful to guard his half of the plate.  We discovered that the kid, who was the bus boy in the evenings when we had our wine, was the chef during the lunch service.  I decided not to tax his abilities and had the swordfish carpaccio and Arnie had the salad with tuna and mozzarella.  Both were very good and we felt very righteous after our almost diet meal.   This is definitely a place to return to, if not for lunch, then for their excellent wines by the glass.<br />
4/12 <u>Osteria Antica Mescita </u>San Nicollò, Via di San Nicollò 60r<br />
I already wrote about this one: Bruscetta with black cabbage & lardo, wild boar stew (the best), duck in orange sauce.  We went back for a repeat and again had the fabulous bruscetta.  We shared a tagliatelle with asparagus and this time Arnie had the veal stew and I had the roasted rabbit.  Great food for great prices. <br />
4/13 <u>Osteria Caffé Italiano</u>,  Via Isola delle Stinche 11/13r.    <br />
This is another neighborhood restaurant, more upscale than we usually choose, but Sunday is our dress up day.  We started here with their Salumi tray that was really good.  Arnie had the rabbit and I had the chicken grilled under a brick.  Both were good and basic, even if the prices weren’t.  It was a very pleasant Sunday lunch.<br />
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4/14 <u>Ristorante Il Profeta</u>, Borgognissanti, 93r<br />
This was a research project to compare this restaurant to the much more rustic Sostanza.  Slow Travel hosts this blog and I read and participate in the Slow Travel Forum.  One person wondered why everyone seems to talk about Sostanza for bisteca but there was no mention of this restaurant.  I decided to find out why.  I started with a nice mixed salad and Arnie had a really good risotto with red wine and bacon.   I, of course, ordered the bistecca and Arnie ordered the sliced filet.  It is not very common to have a bistecca for one person.  What I got was about a 1 pound T-bone.  Arnie had to eat most of it.  It was good, but it was way too much for me.  The waiter brought over a free dessert and drew a line 2/3 through it saying that since I didn’t eat much of my steak, I had to eat most of the dessert.  Who am I to argue?  We never went back to Sostanza for the Bistecca, so my research project was not complete. I’d say the pasta at Il Profeta was better than Sostanza but I do think that the veal chop that I had at Sostanza was seasoned better than my bistecca at Profeta.  The pricing structure was about the same but Il Profeta  added a 10% service charge.  Il Profeta is a real restaurant with tablecloths and cloth napkins and Sostanza is a very rustic trattoria.  Deciding between the two would depend on the type of experience one wanted and whether the pasta was as important as the meat.  One can’t really go wrong with either.  There is the 10% addition to consider as well.<br />
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4/16  <u>Trattoria Pallottino</u>, Via Isola delle Stinche, 1r<br />
This is recommended in 2 guide books.  Seeing a line of older men waiting for a table was the only recommendation that we needed.  We returned to see what they were willing to wait for.  This is not a fancy place by any means.  There are communal wooden tables and stools.  I had an unobstructed view of the kitchen.  The kitchen staff is all women.  The pasta chef, tattooed and pierced, worked with the most banged-up sauté pans, throwing a pinch of this and a pinch of that.  I watched her make my pasta carbonara. She put most on the plate then decided it needed a bit more time and dumped it back in the pan for a few more tosses.  She did Arnie’s pasta arabiatta the same way.  Arnie had the beef stew that tasted like it was made yesterday and reduced down to a fraction of its original volume.  It was fiery with black peppercorns.  My veal scaloppini with porcini mushrooms was very tasty and a huge portion given the price.  One big draw here is the 2 course lunch for 8.50 euro.  This was good food for good value.<br />
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4/17 <u>Trattoria del Fagioli</u><br />
This restaurant is around the corner from our Santa Croce apartment and I noticed the infamous stickers on one of our walks.  We first tired it on a Saturday night and it was a mob scene.  We decided to return for a more relaxed lunch.  We started with Crostini with lardo, (sliced warm bread with pig fat).  The lardo was not sliced as thin as San Nicollo so it didn’t melt as easily so it was a little less appealing.  I started with the chicken soup with pastina because it was one of those rainy days.  Arnie had the giant tortellacci that were very good.  Arnie then had the  involtini, rooled slices of veal stewed in a tomato sauce.  I had the meatballs which were so tender they reminded me of my mother’s meatballs.  We also had the steamed giant asparagus that we say as we walked in.  Man, they were sweet.  I had a great view of the kitchen and watched the ancient chef.  There was a mix of tourists and locals.  I found out later that day about their global advertising.  I did a Google search for a gallery in Florence.  A link for a video of the gallery came up.  While I was watching the video I noticed a link next to it for a video of our restaurant!  I watched the video and learned that the restaurant was a family affair with the 2 brothers as wait staff and dad and brother-in-law in the kitchen.  We didn’t get a chance to go back and tell them what a good job they did on their www video debut. <br />
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Our best meals in Florence were at home.  Towards the end of the Florence stay we ate more at home than in restaurants.  Fresh pasta from the market; fresh sauce; beautiful cheeses; home made sausages.  Life just doesn’t get much better.<br />
After 2 short months in Florence we are now off to Calabria to find my father’s Italian roots.

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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/susanarnietravel/">Susan &amp; Dario</a></span>Heaven, I’m in heaven….  This is me getting a big bear hug from super-rock-star legendary butcher (Macellaio) Dario Cecchini.  We did our annual pilgrimage to Panzano and this year got to eat dinner in his new restaurant Solociccio.  Some background:  I have been following; some might say stalking, Dario for years.  I first read about him in the foodie guidebook <em>Eating in Italy </em>by Faith Willinger.  This was well before the internet and Food TV when people actually learned things from reading them on paper.   She called him the, “Michelangelo of macellaii (butchers), worth a pilgrimage.”  That was enough for me.  Those that know me well know that I voraciously read travel information, especially food related, and this paragraph on Dario was located on page 330 of her guide.  Never underestimate the value of research! Anyway, Faith Willinger talked about his great meats and a seasoned sea salt that he sells called Profumo di Chianti.  The salt is pulverized with Tuscan herbs and transforms anything that it touches into an ethereal eating experience.  Dario has since been featured in nearly every foodie magazine in most countries and on all manner of TV shows, including a special on Anthony Bourdain’s show No Reservations and in the book by Bill Buford, <em>Heat</em>.   </p>

<p>Our first trip to Panzano to the butcher shop was around 1996.  I’ve been addicted to the seasoned sea salt ever since.  Here's a little secret: our dinner guests are divided into those who are and those who are not "Dario" worthy.  In other words, we use the Dario sea salts on meals where we determine the guest is worthy.  Rest assured, if you are on my e-mail list, you are Dario worthy.  Last trip I bought about 8 packets, vacuum sealed.  They actually look like an addictive substance and one year Arnie got taken into secondary screening in the Brussels airport when he was carrying the vacuum packed sea salt along with the potpourri from the Farmacia di Santa Maria Novella.  Obviously he made it home but he loves to tell the story about his fear of a cavity search.<br />
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<p>Anyway, back to Dario.  One of our fondest memories of Dario was his celebration of the resurrection of the Bistecca della Fiorentina.  That’s the monster T-bone steak that I mentioned on an earlier posting. (See above) During the Mad Cow scare the European Union (EU) banned all bone-in meat.  Bistecca is a staple of the Tuscan diet.  It would be like banning all hamburgers in the US.  I read that Dario had a funeral for the poor Bistecca and raised money for a children’s charity in the process.  We were lucky enough to be in Florence when the EU lifted the ban on the bistecca and Dario had a celebration of the resurrection.  My family has seen the pictures of the celebration but here’s the link to 2001 pictures: <a href="http://www.photoworks.com/photo-sharing/shareSignin.jsp?shareCode=ACA0E92C56F&cp=ems_shr_alb_pml&cb=PW">http://www.photoworks.com/photo-sharing/shareSignin.jsp?shareCode=ACA0E92C56F&cp=ems_shr_alb_pml&cb=PW</a></p>

<p>The street in front of the butcher shop was lined with food tables, there was free flowing wine, and the local band marched down the street followed by Peppino, a 600 lb pig.  This again raised money for a children’s charity.  Our friends have seen the foot long rubber pig that we purchased at the event, who proudly hung from our kitchen threshold until this last remodel.   </p>

<p>There is now an annual Festa dei Macellai a Panzano (Butchers Festival) which sounds like what we attended in 2001, held in late October, where butchers from all over Italy set up tables to sample their wares and money from ticket proceeds goes to the Children’s Hospital of Florence. (See link to Panzano below).</p>

<p>So, I was thrilled to hear that Dario had opened a restaurant.  Actually he has two.  Solociccia is open on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights for a 7PM and 9PM seating and on Sunday at 1PM. (e-mail for reservations: <a href="http://solociccia@alice.it ">http://solociccia@alice.it </a>)  It is across the street from the butcher shop.  Officina della Bistecca is his meat extravaganza open on Saturday night at 8:30 PM and Sunday at 1PM and I think this is located next to the butcher shop. (e-mail for reservations <a href="http://macelleriacecchini@tin.it ">http://macelleriacecchini@tin.it </a> ) The dilemma was which to choose??  We waited until the end of our stay in Florence because it has rained almost every day.  The beautiful view is part of the fun of going to Panzano.  Walking in the rain is no fun anywhere.  Time was running out so we took the plunge and made our reservation.  We made our decision based on the day and time rather than the menu and selected Solociccia for Thursday at 7PM.   Our preference would have been a Sunday lunch but the bus back to Florence would not be until 5:45, giving us almost 3 hours to nap at the bus stop.  The alternative was to hire a driver to pick us up, but that got too complicated.  We thought the weekend nights might be too crowded, so we picked a Thursday night and stayed in a lovely B&B taking the bus home the next morning. I made our dinner reservations by e-mail 2 weeks before.</p>

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<p><strong>THE FOOD</strong><br /><br />
I know most of you don’t care about anything but the food, so I won’t keep you in suspense for much longer.  One arrives promptly at 7 because one must leave promptly before 9 for the next set-up.  We arrived early since we only had to walk 5 minutes.  I will save the B&B part for later so those hungry for food talk and pictures can be satisfied.  We were directed to a room with one table set with 16 place settings.  Can you guess that we were the first to arrive?  We sat at the far head of the table.  We were joined by  2 couples who sat on my left who I thought were Italian but one couple was from Israel.  On Arnie’s right was a group of 6 Americans, friends from grade school (including one precocious young daughter).  At the other end were 2 German couples.  As often happens, English became the common language.  The table was set with water, 3 liters of wine, Tuscan bread, olive oil, the famous sea salt and pinzimonio, which is fresh raw vegetables meant to be dipped into the olive oil and salt.  Then trays of food were brought out in waves.  </p>

<p>First we had Crostini di sugo all’uso di Natale.  This was small pieces of toasted Tuscan bread topped with the most delicious spicy meat ragu.  It started with a sweet taste and finished with a peppery kick.  I was so excited I didn’t get a picture.  I politely passed one to each of my seatmates and then to me and jealously eyed the one remaining piece that stayed on that platter and was never consumed.  I dreamt about that lonely delicious crostini and wished I showed my true piggy colors and devoured it. </p>

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<p>Next came Fritto del macellaio ( see above) which was a mixed fried tiny meat balls, chicken, onion rings and sage leaves.  Oh, this was good.  The chicken was cut into thin strips, the meat balls were crunchy on the outside and moist and delicious on the inside, the onion rings and sage were in the lightest of batters.  A sane person should have stopped there but we were only two thirds through the appetizers!</p>

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<p>The next platter was the Ramerino in culo (see above) which loosely translates as rosemary up the butt.  It was little balls of beautifully flavored ground beef, not what we get as grocery store ground beef but THE best quality fabulous cow, ground beef.  There was an indentation with a sprig of rosemary shoved in and they were partly cooked and partly raw. Like Tuscan sushi.  Well, I let my piggy self go and had extra helpings.  </p>

<p>The next platter was Ficco di manzo al forno, beyond premium roasted beef sliced and flavored with the sea salt and olive oil.  Simply perfection.  Our youngest seat mate devoured this one.  Following the roasted beef was Tenerumi in insalata, basically boiled beef cartilage made into a fabulous broth then cooked with vegetables.  I’m not a cartilage eating kind of girl, but the flavors of the vegetables were fabulous.  Think a densely flavored beef gelatin in liquid form that flavors vegetables that are cooked but still crunchy.  Oh yeah.  </p>

<p>Our final meat course was Carne in galera, potroast cooked in water, vinegar and spices until it dissolved into loose strands of meat.  Dense, rich, just a hint of acid.  I had thirds of this one. There was a bowl of chick peas and white beans on the table for anyone wanting to add a little carbohydrate to their saturated fat.   In the fullness of time platters of Torta all’olio, olive oil cake, were brought to the table.  This was a dense yellow cake, not too sweet that went very well with the after dinner liqueurs, Digestive dell’Esercito Italiano.  There were 3 varieties of them, Grappa, and 2 others I don’t remember (because I drank them) all made by the Italian Military, we were told.  We finished with espresso, and all of this for 30 euro.  There is truly not a better deal in Italy!  If you only had one meal in Italy this should be it.  Anyone who finds themselves on death row in the U.S., God forbid, should ask for this as their last meal.</p>

<p>We picked up the menu for the meat extravaganza, Officina della Bistecca, and this is what you get for 60 euro each: Brustico di Sushi del Chianti (I’m assuming that this is what we would call steak tartar); Costata all Fiorentina; Bistecca Panzanese; Bistecca Fiorentina; Pinzimonio di verdure; panne; fagioli; panroated potatoes and onions; lardo; Torta all’olio; Digestive dell’Esercito Italiano; vino.  Basicly, the best damn meat known to man, charred, probably still with a pulse, flavored with the best damn salt in the world.  The back of the menu states that, “The Officina is not recommended to those of little appetite.”  No kidding.  Next trip we have to try this one.  </p>

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<p><strong>ANTICA MACELLERIA CECCHINI</strong><br /><br />
We learned first hand that Dario is not just a legendary rock-star butcher, he is a REAL butcher.  We went to the shop at 9:20 the next morning and he was hard at work butchering half a cow for the Officina della Bistecca lunch they were preparing for that day (It was a special Friday lunch.)  He also cut my salumi and packed my lardo.  Wowee Wow Wow.  His girlfried Kim was in the shop and we had a nice long conversation (in English of course, we don’t have long conversations in any other language) during which time she poured us each a glass of Chianti.  Did I mention that it was about 9:30 in the morning?  While we were there, almost 30 minutes, several mature men (I’m careful not to call anyone an “old man”) strolled by and stopped in for a hug or a brief chat with Dario.  The butcher shop has a table set up along the wall with cold cuts and cheese and wine:  in case the process of buying meat makes one too weak to get home without sustenance.  The meat case made me want to stay in Florence longer so that I could cook more.  Dario was also making his “meat loaf” a mixture of ground super wonderful beef to which I saw him add wine, red pepper flakes, lemon juice, paprika and his salt.  I was drooling.  So sad that we had so few days left to eat here.  Aside from gaining international attention for his skills as a butcher (did I also mention that he recites Dante behind his counter?) he is apparently a great humanitarian.  We learned from our seatmates at dinner, who live in Panzano part time and Israel the rest of the time, that Dario is very involved in raising money for a hospital that treats Palestinian children.  </p>

<p> How could you not love this guy??</p>

<p><strong>YOU MUST GO TO PANZANO AND EAT AT DARIO’S RESTAURANT!!!!  </strong>If you are within reach of Panzano and you purposely pass up this opportunity your life will be without meaning. </p>

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<p><strong>B&B MARCO VIGNI</strong></p>

<p>I asked for advice on where to stay in Panzano from the Slow Travel Italy Forum when we decided to spend the night. ( <a href="http://slowtalk.com/groupee/forums/a/frm/f/862600685">http://slowtalk.com/groupee/forums/a/frm/f/862600685</a>)    Slow Travel hosts this blog and I have been participating in their forum for a few years.  People post questions on the forum and other people, from around the English speaking world, answer them.  I’ve learned some great information.  So, I posted the question, “Where to stay in Panzano?” and a wonderful woman, Judy Witts, who runs a cooking school in Florence and worked with Dario, responded with the suggestion that we stay with Marco Vigni. (<a href="www.vignituscanyrooms.it">www.vignituscanyrooms.it</a> )   Thank you Judy.  Marco rents rooms in his 18th century Tuscan villa located on the main street in Panzano, 5 minutes walk from Dario’s restaurant.  I e-mailed him in English (I am too unsure about my language skills to try important transactions in Italian) and reserved a room.  ( <a href="info@vignituscanyrooms.it ">info@vignituscanyrooms.it </a> )  We were greeted by Christina who was working in the beautiful garden when we arrived.  She showed us to our lovely room on the 3rd floor, (no elevator, and no problem) with a beautiful view of the garden (see above)  which is as big as the villa.  There was a communal kitchen that we walked through to get to the room.  The room was bigger than our bedroom at this apartment in Florence.  It had simple furnishings and was very comfortable. Christina told us to put the sign on the outside of our door if we wanted breakfast.  We didn’t think we would be hungry after our big feed and we were right.  There were rooms next to ours but we did not encounter the other guests.  The room was very quiet.  There is a humorous antidote, isn’t there always? Friday, April 25, is a holiday in Italy.  Panzano was celebrating the holiday with the  Festa della Stagion Bona, Festival of the Start of the Good Season, that involves  a procession in historical costumes of the Renaissance, a mediaeval play and plenty of food stands.  When we arrived at 4:30 on the 24th we noticed men building a small wooden structure, like a booth.  When we walked past them at 7, on our way to dinner, they were still at it, not making much progress.  When we passed them at 9, on our way back to our room, they still weren’t anywhere near complete, but they were enjoying some alcoholic beverages.  Around 11 we heard the faint noise of hammers and heated discussions.  We speculated about when they would be finished.  Well, not at 9 in the morning, but they made great progress.  We didn’t stay in town long enough to see what the booth was for or to see the festival.  For 65 euro, we had a great room, a nice shower, a short walk to our restaurant and we were very happy.</p>

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<p><strong>PANZANO</strong><br />
Panzano is roughly an hour bus ride from Florence.  The bus schedule is reduced on weekends and holidays.  I would strongly suggest that anyone spending time in Florence take the bus to Panzano.  It is a beautiful ride through the Chianti hills and it only costs 7 Euros round trip.  Panzano is a lovely small hill town with some really good restaurants; aside from Dario’s restaurants we have eaten at Il Vescovino and Enoteca Baldi.  I’ve read about Oltre il Giardino and there is a pretty hotel with a restaurant, Hotel Sangiovese.  Il Vescovino and Oltre il Giardino have beautiful views of the Chianti hills.   Enotecca Baldi is a great wine bar serving wonderful wines by the glass, as well as light meals.  There is also a wonderful cobbler on the main street, Via G. da Verrazzano, who hand makes exquisite shoes and jackets with the most interesting of leathers.  And of course, there is my favorite butcher who has my favorite dinner restaurants.   Taking the bus is a great, cheap, fast way to see Chianti, and you don’t have to worry about the drive home after lunch.</p>

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We were lucky enough to be in Florence on one of the few occasions that the whole complex of Santa Maria Novella was open to the public.  The complex consists of the church, the monastary and the ancient pharmacy.  The literature said that the monastery is the first to create the concept of dormitories, dining areas, kitchens, infirmaries, pharmacies, and cemeteries in one space.  Urban development.  Unfortunately, we were restricted in the areas where I could take pictures because half of the complex is now a military training center. However, you will see that I more than made up for the restrictions by the number of pictures that I did take.  <br />
The Florentine Dominican monks built Santa Maria Novella in 1221.   According to one guide book these monks were “a fanatically inquisitorial order fond of leading street brawls against suspected heretics and encouraging the faithful to strip and whip themselves before the altar.”  The piazza outside of the church, one of Florence’s biggest, was enlarged in 1244 to accommodate the crowds that came to hear St. Peter the Martyr, “one of the viler members of the saintly cannon.  Peter made his name persecuting so-called heretics in northern Italy and ended up with one of their axes in his head.”  The interior of the church and monastery that these guys created contradict their seemingly violent tendencies.   
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The Spanish Chapel was built in 1350 and frescoed by Andrea di Bonaiuto.  In the scenes of Florentine life Bonaiuto depicts his losing design for the dome of Florence’s cathedral. (See above left.)  He may have lost the design concept to Brunelleschi who got to build the famous dome but Bonaiuto showed us what he thought Florence should look like.  
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The courtyard walkway of the monastery (the cloister) is covered in frescoes by Paolo Uccello from around 1335. (See above and below) It was very interesting to see these 14th century frescoes in contrast to Ravena's 5th century mosaics.<br /><br />
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In 1866 the whole structure became property of the state after the unification of Italy and the suppression of religious orders.  The Dominicans regained custody of the church in 1868 but the cloister remained in the hands of the government closed to the public. It was really hard to comprehend that this beautiful space is used for military training.  However, those bad boy monks would surely approve, given their rough and tumble beginnings.  <br /><br />
All the beauty aside, my favorite part of the Santa Maria Novella complex is the pharmacy where the monks prepared traditional recipes with special herbs that they grew in their garden, mostly for the Medici family.  The physical space of this now commercial enterprise is beyond belief.  Within the pharmacy is the Sacristy of San Niccolo, built in the 14th century and frescoed by Mariotto di Nardo.  (see below)<br /><br />
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In the 1600’s the monks got marketing.  They opened the pharmacy to the public in 1612.  In the 18th century the monk’s unguents and creams were spread over the known world (according to them).  In 1866 the pharmacy was state owned along with the church but it was later sold to Cesare Augusto Stafani, the nephew of the last monastic director.   Now, his family really got marketing.  They now have shops in Rome, Paris, New York, Los Angelis and Tokyo but there is nowhere like the mother ship.  Accessed by the public on via della Scala 16, the entrance to the farmacia is very understated.  You cold miss it because the awning is obscured by the awning of a pizzeria next door.  (See below)<br /><br />
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There is a simple threshold that leads into what looks like a small church.  It is a place of worship for me.  I just love their stuff!!  The perfume of Catherine di Medici; the almond soaps; the potpourri.  I am a total sucker for their marketing.  <br /><br />
During this celebration you could get into the farmacia from the monastery and they took total advantage of this access to host a special exhibit in their museum on the oldest perfumes known to man.  Their literature says that in 1850<strong>BC</strong> (that’s roughly 4,000 years ago, give or take) there was an earthquake that destroyed a perfume factory in Cyprus.  Archeologists uncovered the abandoned factory complete with a perfume still (see below) and tablets listing the perfume recipes.  Do you see where I am going here?  <br /><br />
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Using the most sophisticated equipment (or Arnie might say marketing [actually he used another word]) the farmacia was able to reproduce a 4,000 year old fragrance dedicated to Aphrodite.  “The fragrances and aromas of this marvelous land have guided us with extraordinary simplicity to the choice of the essences, which diluted in olive oil, have given life to a new, yet at the same time, ancient creation.  The scent’s first impression is of Bergamot and pine, followed by rosemary, lavender and sweet wormwood.  The lasting impression is of cedar wood, oak musk, galbanum and thuja.  Limited Edition of 4000 bottles.”  This last quote was translated into English and Japanese.  How could I possibly resist?  I put my name on a waiting list and, sure enough, while we were in Ravenna, I got the call; my 4,000 year old perfume had arrived. :) <br /><br />
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We took a side trip to Ravenna to see the mosaics.  There are several options to get to Ravenna from Florence.  First there is an express train to Bologna then a transfer to a regional train on to Ravenna.  Then there is the express train to Bologna with a transfer to a regional train that stops about 30 minutes outside of Ravenna and requires a bus transfer.  Or, there is a regional train that does not require any transfer.  The express train from Florence to Bologna is faster, but once in Bologna there is a lot of down time in transferring to the next train, so they all take nearly 3 hours.  The big difference is the price: options 1 & 2 on the Express trains are 26 Euro and option 3 on the regional train is 7 Euro.  Go figure.  We opted for the cheap train because it was the easiest.  It meant that we had to leave at 7:30 AM and return at 5:45 PM.  That gives one enough time to do “run-by-art”, have lunch and come home.<br />
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We were feeling very smug about our ability to buy a train ticket from the Kiosk. This time we got to the “insert your money” part and we could not find the damn money slot.  Here we were, 7 AM, no coffee, trying to stuff a 20 Euro bill into every conceivable section of this machine.  Finally, after what seemed like forever, I noticed a blinking green light in the machine next to ours: THE CASH TAKING MACHINE!  We didn’t have a separate cash taking machine the last time.  Oh well, we were humbled and got our tickets.  We had to double check the track our train was leaving from because it was a little 3 car number, looking vintage 1950.  That was it.  Arnie said it sounded like it was continuously trying to find second gear, but it gave us a nice slow look at the country side between Florence and Emilia-Romagna (the region that Ravenna is in).  We left Tuscan rolling hills, went through long tunnels, emerged into ravines with steep mountains that reminded Arnie of Vermont and then open plains that Arnie said looked like Kansas, but with grape vines instead corn fields.  <br />
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It was drizzling when we arrived then it started to rain.  We headed to the Tourist Information office, not terribly close to the train station, and found a very helpful woman.  She not only gave us maps but marked the maps with restaurants for lunch.  I really liked her because she complemented my Italian.  I think she was just relieved that she didn’t have to speak English.<br />
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Our guide books are woefully inadequate in describing the phenomenal mosaics of Ravenna.  Here’s what little we learned: Ravenna was the capital of the Roman Empire 1500 years ago.  So, they had some beautiful Roman Villas.  Then, the Byzantines conquered it in the 6th century.  Our first stop was the Basilica di San Vitale, built in 547 AD.  I could not begin to describe the beauty of these mosaics or the serenity of the octagonal church.  The mosaics are tiny fragments put together to make shimmering pictures.  Breathtaking.   <br />
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Next we went into the tiny Mausoleo di Galla Placida.  This is about 100 years older than the Basilica.  Galla Placidia was the sister of the Roman Emperor Honorius and she got one fabulous tomb.   These mosaics are in midnight blue and glimmering gold.  A German tour guide was describing them in great detail, to no avail for us.  Breathtaking. (See Above)  <br />
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From Byzantine Ravenna we went back in time to Roman Ravenna.  Domus dei Tappeti di Pietra is a Roman Villa uncovered in 1993.  The floor mosaics are unbelievable.  The Villa was thought to belong to a Roman statesman and the audio guide never explained why it was buried and unknown for almost 1,500 years.  Again, breathtaking. (see above)<br />
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After a short visit to Dante’s tomb, it was lunchtime.  We thought Dante was buried in Florence but he was banned for some transgression and died in Ravenna.  Florence forgave him and wanted his bones back, but Ravenna told them if he was not good enough in life, they couldn’t have him in death. <br /><br />
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We made our lunch choice based on proximity to our last cultural event before realizing it was lunch time.  Locanda del Melarancio, via Mentana 33, won the lunch lottery.  There was casual dining downstairs and we opted for the more comfortable upstairs.  Arnie started with a delicious penne with speck (bacon like stuff), grilled radicchio and tomatoes and I had the asparagus soup.  The penne was really good, you couldn’t taste the grilled radicchio but the speck added a lot of flavor.  My soup had big chunks of fat asparagus and a drizzle of truffle oil.  It was very comforting on a rainy day.  We ran into a little menu dialect issue that led to Arnie’s choice for a second course.   The menu listed a fesa of beef as a special.  We thought it would be some unknown part, maybe even a nasty bit, but it was in a balsamic reduction and balsamic vinegar is made in the Emilia-Romagna, so how bad could it be?  Fetta is the Italian word for a slice.  It turns out that fesa is dialect for “slice”; Arnie had sliced roast beef with a balsamic reduction. It was very good.  I had something a bit more interesting: boned lamb chop wrapped in rabbit with bits of prune and fennel, in a prune sauce.  It was really good.  We needed our strength to continue our journey, so we had the ricotta soufflé with chocolate sauce.  (While at lunch I got a welcome cell phone call that the perfume I ordered had arrived: that will be the next blog entry.)  Fortified, we continued to our last mosaics.<br /><br />
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Sant’Apollinare Nuovo was built in the mid 500’s .  The left side of the church was reserved for women so the mosaics above that side depict 22 virgins.  Why virgins, I don’t know.  The mosaics above the right side, the men;s side, depict 26 martyrs.  Whatever the theme, they were, again breathtaking. <br />
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We did not have time to take the bus out of town to see Sant’Apollinare in Casse and we missed seeing a few other things on our tourist map before catching the 5:45PM train home.  That got us to Florence by 8:15.  A long, full day.<br /><br />
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Today we had one of our better meals.  Arnie thinks it was the best; I’m still debating today versus my grilled goat rib chops from La Giostra and my shrimp on a bed of red bell pepper puree from Belcore.  I must say, every thing today at Zibibbo was excellent.  But before we do food, a bit about the Italian pomp.  <br />
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Most days we walk through the Piazza Signoria, the living room of Florence.
The guide books say that in 1258 there was a major conflict between the dudes that supported the Pope (Guelphs) and the dudes that supported the Holy Roman Empire, who you would think was the Pope, but was a secular faction (Ghibellines).  Anyway, the Pope’s dudes defeated the secular dudes and tore down their houses.  They thought the ground was cursed so they outlawed building there, giving us a nice big Piazza to sit in and have drinks.   <br />
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The Palazzo Vecchio is the main civic building from the 14th century that is in the Piazza Signoria.  The fake David is in front of the Palazzo Vecchio.  We learned from our guide book that there is a male profile carved into a stone of Palazzo Vecchio.  This is thought to be a carving by Michelangelo, just sitting there, no plaque, no cover, just sitting there.<br />
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Also in the Piazza is the Loggia della Signoria, built in 1376.  It is a covered porch with 3 arched columns and contains some kick-ass statutes.  Like the Michelangelo carving, they are just sitting there, being used by pigeons.  Things like an original ancient Greek lion sculpture and a giant statute of three figures carved from a single block of marble in 1583 by Giambologna.  It is a big free museum.<br />
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We were taking our leisurely morning stroll to buy some shoes (for me) when Arnie spotted a gaggle of plumed hats ahead in the Piazza Signoria.  Then we heard the marching band and followed the music to a grand celebration.  We still don’t know what it was about, but, it was very fun.  Men & women in very colorful military uniforms were on horseback; men with 4 stars on their shoulders were strutting about; one man wearing a sash was being saluted; and all this to the rousing music of a military band standing in front of the Loggia.  It was a great mix of old and new except the marching band uniforms were not what you call modern.  The junior officers (guys with no stars on their shoulders) were trying to keep the crowds back from the band when a 3 star guy told them to let us be.  So, the “no stars” and the “3 stars” stood among us great unwashed and listened.  Then, the 3 star told the no stars to part the waters so that the band could march away.  They did, but the band marched in the other direction.  (We saw the same band the next day in our Piazza.  I guess if you have those uniforms dry cleaned you want to get more than a few hours use out of them.  Also, finally I had fitting background music for my entrance into the Piazza.) What a morning!  We skipped the shoes and just went to lunch.  <br />
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I’ve read about Zibibbo Trattoria, Via di Terzollina 3r, for years.  Benedetta Vitale owns the restaurant and is the co-founder and former partner of the restaurant Cibreo. In her new restaurant she emphasizes traditional Tuscan cooking with local ingredients.  The quality of the food was superb especially given the reasonable prices.  Arnie was very taken with the breath and good pricing of the wine list.  The reason it took us so long to go there is that it is outside of the city, a 15 minute cab ride away.  Every article spoke of taking the number 14 bus, however, we would never have known where to get off of the bus.  As it turns out, her restaurant is just steps away from the end of the bus line.  Now that we know how easy it is to get there we will be back-even if not on this trip.  <br /><br />
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We started with a warm salad of puntarella, aTuscan spring green, just a bit bitter, kind of like asparagus.  It had a light dressing of anchovies and olives.  Boy, was that good.  It tasted like they picked the greens when we placed our order.  Arnie ordered the Ziti with cicoria and taleggio cheese (Pictured above).  Now, that sounded pretty ordinary.  Not.   The Ziti was clearly homemade.  The cicoria tasted like sautéed leeks.  The taleggio cheese gave it a subtle kick.  I had the tagliatelle with asparagus in a parmigiano cream sauce.  Can you say rich??  The tagliatelle had the perfect bite and the parmesan sauce was to die for.  Arnie was more daring for his second course.  He ordered the squid cooked in spicy squid ink sauce; Inzimino di calamari.  It was served on 2 slices of Tuscan bread to absorb all of the good sauce.  It was so spicy his head was sweating.  I had THE best roasted pork served with spicy applesauce.  The pork was so tender I didn’t need a fork and it tasted like veal.  For dessert we had a light chocolate tart.  The room was very spacious and the windows looked out onto the Tuscan hills with large Tuscan estates sprinkled hither and yon.  As always there was theater.  The restaurant is near a hospital.  Two gentlemen came in for lunch and one was clearly a doctor.  He answered his cell phone 3 times within minutes of sitting down and was saying something about a Melanoma (skin cancer).  His friend wanted to order a bottle of wine; he said no, no just a glass.  The waitress poured them each a glass of house wine and he commented that it was a very big pour.  She then left the bottle on the table and, sure enough, the doctor helped himself to a second generous pour.  One hopes he remembered the poor guy with the Melanoma.  <br /><br />
We saved the 20 euro cab fare and took the bus home.  What a great day.<br /><br />
I have more food stories but that is enough for today.<br /><br />
Here’s the link to all of the Zibibbo lunch pictures. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/gp/25519767@N06/D84PWZ">http://www.flickr.com/gp/25519767@N06/D84PWZ</a>  <br />
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I’ve become addicted to these bomboloni-cream filled doughnuts from Cucciolo, Via del Corso 25r.  Arnie doesn’t think they are the breakfast of champions.  I say they have 3 major food groups: protein and dairy (eggs and cream in the filling) and simple carbohydrates. He made me go cold turkey today.  So, since I was deprived this morning, having only high fiber cereal and yogurt with a delicious pear, I’m thinking a lot about food.  I know I’m violating all manner of blogger rules by doing a retrospective report of our activity.  Let the blogger police come after me.  I also know that most of my friends and family don’t really care that much about where we are staying or our daily activity.  You want to see the food!  So here it is.  You can skip the blah blah blah and scroll to the bottom to the link for the pictures, I’ll never know.<br />
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Let me start by stating some general observations then I will give you an outline of our last 2 weeks of eating in March.  I’m not going to go into a lot of detail, just the highlights.  Please forgive me if I misspell a food name or two, I’ve had a big lunch with wine. <br />
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Some general observations.  I can’t remember if I mentioned this already, but there is a trend we have seen in our lunch travels of Men Doing Lunch.  Unlike the Women Who Lunch in the States, these are usually men in their later years that gather in groups of 4-5; at rustic Trattorias generally enjoy their food and friends.  We have not seen Women Who Lunch.  At one restaurant the men came in waves and didn’t wait for the rest of the party to arrive before ordering.  They were all in different phases of their meal, giving advice about what the newest person should order and, to a man, complaining about the quality of their pears.  That’s something else we saw: fruit for dessert.  Just a piece of fruit on a plate.  Most of the men peel and then slice their pears and apples and eat them with some pecorino cheese.  It is usually the tourists who order a sweet.  The one exception is Vin Santo with biscotti.  You dip the hard biscotti into the sweet wine. Very yummy.    <br />
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I love Freebies, especially the food or drink kind.  In many restaurants we get freebies of either dessert or after lunch (we rarely go to dinner) drinks of limoncello (lemon liquor) or grappa.  Now, I don’t accept the grappa, Arnie does, because I thought it tasted like lighter fluid.  However, I have grown to like the really good stuff.  At the Taste celebration that I’ve shared with you and the next day at the Slow Food Celebration (that I haven’t shared yet) we learned that Grappa and dark chocolate make a beautiful marriage.  In fact, one vendor was serving Grappa in little chocolate cups.  That was a bit messy for me, even though the taste was good.  We met a delightful young woman (above) at the Slow Food event who is part of the Nonino family of Grappa makers.  I told her I didn’t drink grappa and she told me I just haven’t had good grappa.  She was correct.  She gave us a taste of their grappa made with chardonnay grapes aged in oak.  Wow.  We bought the tiniest of bottles and I have had a tiny sip with dark chocolate a few times.<br /><br />
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Another observation is stickers on restaurant doors.  The stickers are usually those of guide books that <u>one presumes </u>mention the restaurant.  The more stickers the better; or so we thought.  We went into one restaurant based on the number and quality of the door stickers: Gambero Rosso (the Italian equivalent of the red Michelin guide); Slow Food; Faith Willinger’s Food Guide, etc.  While we were waiting I recognized the tiles on the walls from an episode over 10 years ago with our friends Deb & Mitch.  We went to the restaurant La Baraonda and waited for over an hour after having our pasta course.  The horrified owner admitted that he forgot about us and brought our second course along with more wine.  I usually don’t remember wall tiles but in this particular case I spent a lot of hungry minutes studying the tiles!  Anyway, the new restaurant took over the La Baraonda space, and apparently, the door stickers.  The food was excellent, the ravioli among the best.  The waiter confirmed that the restaurant was previously La Baraonda, then brought us freebies of limoncello (me) and grappa (Arnie).  When I told him how I remembered, he too was horrified and brought a second round of limoncello and grappa.  Needless to say, we were through for the day.  This was Arnie’s view on both occasions and why he remembered the restaurant.<br /><br />
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Personally, I think this is bad art for a restaurant and am glad I had my back to her.</p>

<p>So, here is the rest of our restaurant list for March:</p>

<p>3/10/ Zio Gigi, Via F. Portinari 7r.  Zio Gigi is 1 block from the back of the Duomo, off of our last apartment street Via Oriuolo.  We thought we should eat local so we went in for lunch during our second week.  The place was packed.  We were the only English speakers.  Zio Gigi would periodically burst into song.  Arnie had the   Pasta Carretiera (tuna, tomato, mushroom) and it was very spicy and delicious followed by the veal tonnato ( thin slices of cooked veal topped with a sauce made of pureed tuna and lemon and a little mayo.)  I had the Spaghetti with cauliflower, again very flavorful and Rabbit with olives and potatoes, really good.  For 10 euro a piece this was one of our most economical meals.  We returned twice.<br />
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3/12 Trattoria Marione; Via della Spada, 27r, near Tournabouni, is another rustic Trattoria with the cold cuts hanging at the entrance.  We started with a plate of Pecorino cheese with mostrado (a spicy condiment made with fruit and fire).  I had the ravioli with butter & sage followed by the chicken cacciatore.  Both were great.  Arnie had the Pici Sogofinto.  That translates into “false gravy” but it was a nice tomato sauce.  He followed that with the pork shin, which was more tender than our first pork shin at Frescobaldi.  We didn’t hear much English here either.  There were tables of men doing lunch. <br />
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3/13 Trattoria Casalinga: Via dei Michelozzi 9r, near Chisea Santa Croce.<br />
We love Casalinga, there is always a crowd, a mix of tourists and locals and everyone gets treated equally, not well, but equally.  The food is good and basic and well priced.  Arnie had the Baked Polenta that was like lasagna with polenta instead of the noodles and then the beef stew.  I started with the  Pasta with tomato sauce and the roasted rabbit, simple but tasty.<br />
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3/14 Olio e Convivium: Via Santo Spirito 4, up the steps and into the deli.<br /><br />
This is a lovely place, a bit fancier than our usual.  They have wonderful salumi and cheese; great wines; and good food.  We had the antipasti with cold cuts and cheese; Arnie had the tagliatelle with duck sauce and I had the risotto with mushrooms.  This isn’t cheap but it is well priced.<br />
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3/15 Zio Gigi; Via F. Portinari 7r.  Back to Zio Gigi for a Saturday night supper after stuffing ourselves at the Tastes event.  We started with the appetizers of Crostoni (bread with stuff on top); Arnie had the Penne with bacon, porcini mushrooms and tomato sauce followed by the thinly sliced  pork & arugula.  I had a really good and well priced filet.  The value per taste couldn’t be beat.<br />
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3/16 Il Barroccio, Via della Vigna Vecchia 31r.  It was raining so we started to go to one restaurant but stopped here and we weren’t sorry.  We were in a room with an Italian family and saw the salumi appetizer so we had to have that.  It had great grilled vegetables as well as meats and was really good.  Arnie had the gnudi, (ricotta balls) in a beautiful sauce and the bacallà (salt cod) that was very tasty.  I had the ribolito (tuscan cabbage & bean soup) and a really nice chicken breast grilled with lemon and oil.  We were very happy that we stopped.  The rain stopped so we went for a walk and stumbled on a Slow Food Movement lecture with a free wine and food tasting.  We didn’t stay for the lecture but we did drink great wine and eat great cheese and prosciutto.  This is where I met a grappa I could love.<br />
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3/18 Ristorante Mama Gina, Borgo San Jacopo 37r.  Mama Gina’s has a restaurant in Palm Dessert, California as well as the mother ship in Florence.  This is a more upscale experience for us.  I don’t always like upscale.  We were seated in the front room, the English speaker’s room.  It’s kind of like the kids table at family events.  I had the ribolito again because it was still cold out and this is a stick-to-your-ribs soup and the fried lamb chops with fried artichokes.  I had never seen fried lamb chops and now I know why.  When they are breaded and fried it hides the gnarly bits.  Arnie had the gnocchi with tomato sauce;; sliced steak with porcini mushrooms.  He was happy.<br />
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3/20 Osteria Giovanni, Via del Moro 22, in the Santa Maria Novella neighborhood.  Now this was up-scaleish but very fun.  The owner was about 4’tall and he kept coming to the table looking like he wanted to make comments but he didn’t have much English and he figured out that I had limited Italian so he would stop by and smile and I would smile back, or, we would have “phrase” conversations: “Good.”; “We like it.”; “We ate well.”  Anyway, this is worth a repeat visit.  We started with a freebie of tomato soup with faro, delicious.  Arnie had the ravioli with potato & mushroom stuffing and cream sauce with black truffles.  There was an abundance of black truffles and the flavors were wonderful.  I started with the spaghetti with cherry tomatoes and pesto; simple but very flavorful.  Arnie had the veal scallopini with  Porcinni mushrooms.  The veal was very tender and the mushroom sauce great.  I had the rabbit cooked in white wine with olives.  Giovanni admitted to me that he prefers rabbit and really doesn’t like meat.  This is shocking since he is part of the I Latini family who specialize in large portions of burnt protein.  We qualified for our free Limoncello and had a great time. <br />
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3/21 Vini Vecchi Sapori:, via dei Magazzini 3.  We returned here for Good Friday and I had the Ribolito, and Arnie had the penne with peas.  We both had the Baccalà.  I can’t remember the theater around us but there always is something. <br />
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3/23 Belcore, Via del’Albero 28/30r.  We went to Belcore for Easter lunch and you’ve already read about that but the pictures are in this lot.<br />
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3/24 Trattoria ZaZa, Piazza Mercato Centrale 26r.  This is one of the more touristy restaurants but the food was good. We sat downstairs in a colorful room.  I started with the Tagliatelle with walnut sauce, just a bit rich and the rabbit stuffed with ground rabbit and pistachio.  Arnie had the spaghetti carbonara and the sliced steak with arugula.  There was a big group (12) of Italian 2- somethings who all ordered the Florentine bisteca (steak) <br />
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3/28 Trattoria 13 Gobbi :Via del Porcellana 9r.  This is where we saw the Men Who Lunch.  There was a equal mix of tourists and locals.  Arnie had the Tagliatelle with duck sauce and the Baccalà.  I had the taglierini with asparagus and the swordfish.  Both our meals were very good.<br />
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3/30 Zio Gigi, Via F. Portinari 7r.  We ended the month back at Zio Gigi for our last day in the neighborhood.  I had the  pasta with tomato sauce and ricotta, penne with spicy tomato sauce, veal chop, mixed grill of meats.<br /><br />
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