In which I eat

Someone complained to me that, aside from telling you about the best spaghetti con vongole in the world,  I don’t talk about food when I’m in Venice.

So, let me correct that oversight by reporting on lunch yesterday.

I was waiting for a small museum near the civic hospital to open. It’s only open on Monday afternoons, a very tiny window of opportunity. I wandered around the calli of the area, until I found a little Osteria and squeezed my way in.

I was impressed by the well groomed appearance of this gent having a glass of wine at the bar, and tucked my jeans clad legs as far as I could under the table.

My choice from an interesting menu was ravioli with pears, with a cheese sauce, and a sprinkle of walnuts. The ravioli were shaped like little money bags.

They were very tasty, the pears made a nice change from the usual fillings you find in ravioli.

I do believe I’m full. There’s the name of the Osteria on the placemat.

You can find the Osteria al Portego on Calle della Malvasia, Castello 6014. They also have a very good choice of cicchetti, with a wide range of beers and wines. alportego