Via Giuseppe Garibaldi is a street with an excellent co-op so like moths to the flame we were drawn there on the first evening of a stay in Venice. Afterwards we sought food and picked B da V solely because it was the furthest from the boats and therefore least likely to be full of knobheads. We were half right.
We wanted salt, simplicity and Soave. We got them in the form of melon, prosciutto, grapes, rocket and cheese over two plates with a half bottle (twice over, they don’t stock full-sized ones (odd but kind of makes sense when it’s 30 degrees)) of cold wine. The food was good but took an age to arrive, with one feller seemingly running front of house all by himself, so not his fault.
The wait gave us an opportunity to slurp Soave (which always reminds me of Amis’s The Old Devils) and listen to the sparkling conversation of the party to our left. As if we had any choice. The highlight of this algonquinade was the young man seeking to improve on his pizza by emptying a bottle of Heinz ketchup onto it.
Such sophistication is seldom seen.
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