Italy Archive

  • HERE’S THE SCOOP ON GELATO AND ICE CREAM / are they really the same?

    HERE’S THE SCOOP ON GELATO AND ICE CREAM / are they really the same?

    By Larry Levine – The walk from our hotel just off Piazza Maggiore to the best gelato in Bologna, Italy took one hour mostly through narrow, winding residential streets, many of which had no street signs. The early afternoon temperature had leveled off at about 74 degrees. The sky was infinity blue. It didn’t matter […]

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  • DESTINATION ITALY / dining tips to anchor your trip

    DESTINATION ITALY / dining tips to anchor your trip

    By Larry Levine – There are two truisms about dining in Italy: 1) all food is regional, and 2) it’s almost impossible to get a bad meal. In Italy regional can mean city-to-city, or even neighborhood-to-neighborhood. Take tortellini en brodo for instance. I ordered it at a restaurant in Bologna and it was heaven in […]

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  • MY MOST MEMORABLE MEAL – Is there such a thing as the Best Restaurant or the Best Meal?

    MY MOST MEMORABLE MEAL – Is there such a thing as the Best Restaurant or the Best Meal?

    By Larry Levine – The notion that something is “the best” of anything gives me pause. Of all the hundreds of pizza joints in which I’ve eaten, how can I know which was the best? Is it possible to recall the taste of every rack of ribs, or plate of foie gras, or roast quail […]

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  • MY MOST MEMORABLE MEAL – Home Base, Florence

    MY MOST MEMORABLE MEAL – Home Base, Florence

    (MY MOST MEMORABLE MEAL is an occasional feature written by the co-hosts of the restaurant recommendation web site http://www.atLarrys.com) By Larry Dietz – There are people who can recite every course of a great meal they had years ago; I’m not one of them. In self-defense – or embarrassment – I travel overseas with a […]

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  • ESPRESSO FROM THE DUOMO TO HOME

    ESPRESSO FROM THE DUOMO TO HOME

    By Larry Dietz, I came to coffee relatively late in life, since my mother drank a perfunctory cup now and then and my father only had a cup after dinner. What they were drinking was already-ground drip coffee, out of a can that was likely to have been sitting open for months. I drank my […]

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