Thursday
We are the pigs...
Grosseto was a gastronomic delight from start to finish.
The entire time was spent giving support to the local farmers who must toil endlessly, tending to vines and curing wild pigs flesh to provide the town with a delicious array of food and wine...the least we could do was to spend hours stuffing our faces in appreciation and swilling vast quantities of their robust grape juices.
Bubbles was the first order of the day, a lovely Prosecco washed down dishes of green olives and nuts by an old Piazza just inside the Etruscan walled town.
A hazy afternoon ensued around the corner and up the narrow street. Sitting at a table outside what only can be described as 'probably the best delicatessen in the world' we enjoyed more recommended local wine, accompanied with platters of strong cheeses, cured hams and various Italian breads....it was difficult to leave...but eventually, like old rigged ewes, we reared up and said 'Arrivederci' to our hospitable host.
As the evening light faded, all that was left to do was to wander a couple more streets to seek out a nice looking restaurant, spotted earlier, named L' Uva E il Malto where the kindly chef and patron forced upon us plates of Langoustine, mixed smoked fish, fresh pasta alla Calamari and deliciously rare veal, oh and some more exquisite local wine and a blindingly strong Grappa as a finale!
....this is not sustainable!
...but it has to be done!
'We are the pigs' is a track by 'Suede', a band that I have always liked and are having a bit of a revival recently.
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