Some More Venice

The second of our two days found us wandering east and getting thoroughly lost. Which was just what we intended. Following a few simple rules in search of a restaurant: don't go to those with menus in many languages, avoid those with someone outside attempting to usher you in and try to find a place full of locals and not tourists: we found a small, bustling venue packed with locals enjoying Saturday lunch.

Not wanting anything too heavy or snooze inducing we chose a glorious fish risotto with a glass of Prosecco - of course.

The afternoon found us a bit parched and in need of fortification, a glass of Valpolicela Ripasso soon rectified the situation. Shame about the state of the glass...

In the evening we were booked into a slightly less glamorous location, but still of a certain standard. Looking forward to trying some different wines I got stuck on the Pinot Nero, but unfortunately all three of my choices were absent. Our waiter, who also happened to be the son of the owners and the wine buyer, recommended this:

Initially the nose promised little, but opened in about twenty minutes to lots of berry fruit flavours, but backed up by respectable levels of tannin. Ideal with my smoked goose parts and foie gras starter.

That's enough of that, all this writing about food is making me hungry.