Hubby and I continue to eat our way across the boot. We have yet to be disappointed. Everything is FANTASTICO!
Fried zucchini. I don't know what they batter it with but it's light, crunchy and flavorful. Which is a good thing because I think everything is better fried.
Steak Florentina. This restaurant is a Florence staple. Been here for a bazillion years like everything here. You can't leave without eating the Florentine steak. I think its brontosaurus.
It's very rare. And they're soup Nazi-ish about it. It's cooked rare. Very rare. She asked how we wanted it cooked and I said medium rare. She did not approve. I went with it and we ordered it rare. I'm certain that if you order it any way other than rare...you'll still get it rare.
It was delicious. The only seasoning is salt that forms a crunchy, briny, crust.
This steak was for one. We split it.
I ate half of my half.
Tuscan style beans. Cannellini beans swimming in the most fragrant olive oil. The food is simplicity supreme.
For dessert, a grape pie that is only made in September when grapes are at their finest.
Yes, it was as fabulous as it looks.
Cheesecake and Dark Chocolate gelato. The reason Italy exists.
Pasta Pomodoro. Just tomatoes and basil. The pasta is always perfectly cooked. No matter how thin or thick.
This risotto is a result of our impressive command of the Italian language. We thought it said, pepperoni and some kind of cheese. Although, pepperoni would be kind of weird for risotto...
He got squid and yellow pepper risotto. It was delicious. You have to like tentacles on your food though.
Antipasti plate. Fried brie, salami's, bruschetta and goose liver pate. I gotta say, I don't like food that looks like it came out of my grandson's diaper. But, I love fois gras (duck, goose, what's the dif?) and it was delicious. I will admit I wasn't crazy about the consistency. Hubby liked it a lot.
Tagliata salad. Sliced beef steak with arugula, parmesan, and a squeeze of lemon.
Florence is kinda like Argentina. Lots of beef and they do it very well.
Hubby couldn't be in Italy and not have lasagna. OMG. It's not like any we've ever had. There were about twenty layers of thin, almost crepe like, lasagna noodles. The sauce was succulent and not heavy.
No wonder some of the greatest minds in history came from Italy. It's in the lasagna.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
I ate more than half!
Gelato again. Raspberry and After Eight mint.
Me, smelling the roses. My life is pretty much a huge bouquet right now.
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