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I Heard it Through the Grapevine

Prosecco, Drinking Wine, Spello

Prosecco, Drinking Wine, Spello

If you come to Italy for just one thing, come for the gastronomic experience. If your heart is hardened to history, culture, art and beauty, come anyway and feast. Drink in the colours, breathe in the aromas and taste the wonderful, local, seasonal food that Italy has to offer.

Fresh Truffle Bruscetta, Vinosofia, Spello

Fresh Truffle Bruscetta, Vinosofia, Spello

As we drove along the winding roads to Montefalco we passed rows of neat vines heavy with the weight of magnificent bunches of grapes gleaming in the bright sunshine. The wine produced by these sun-kissed grapes is delicious, sometimes even divine.

“Beer is made by men, wine by God.” Martin Luther

Afternoon Delight, Bar Bonci, Spello

Afternoon Delight, Bar Bonci, Spello

We regarded it as our duty to try out as many local restaurants and bars as we could in order to give you a taste (no pun intended) of the local produce. Olive oil is one of Umbria’s best products and it features heavily in its recipes.

Tartare, Drinking Wine, Spello

Tartare, Drinking Wine, Spello

Salami, cheeses and unsalted bread is the most popular Umbrian antipasti dish – great for sharing.

Antipasti, Dada's Spello

Antipasti, Dada’s Spello

Zuccini flowers stuffed with ricotta cheese and herbs was a favourite dish; these vegetables tasted like ambrosia.

Zuccini Flowes, L'Alchemista, Montefalco

Zuccini Flowes, L’Alchimista, Montefalco

“Wine is sunlight held together by water.” Galileo

Vino Rosso, Vinosofia, Spello

Vino Rosso, Vinosofia, Spello

What is fine food without fine wine? An incomplete experience surely.

Carpaccio of Beef, Rocket and Parmesan, Drinking Wine, Spello

Carpaccio of Beef, Rocket and Parmesan, Drinking Wine, Spello

Perhaps our biggest culinary treat was Sunday lunch with our Italian friends, cooked by la bella Mariella, who had taught us how to make ravioli on an earlier visit.

Pigeon, L'Alchemista, Montefalco

Pigeon, L’Alchimista, Montefalco

We started with a selection of Bruscetta, topped with aubergines, sun-dried tomatoes, fresh figs, speck and straccino cheese with wild rocket. A meal in itself, but this was Italy so this was merely the prelude.

Salami, Vinosofia, Spello

Salami, Vinosofia, Spello

Next we had ravioli, stuffed with spinach and ricotta in a light tomato sauce. It was a mouthful of flavours that left us wanting more, but knowing that there was more to come it was wise to decline.

Rose, L'Alchemista, Montefalco

Rose, L’Alchimista, Montefalco

Pappardelle with hare sauce arrived, a meaty, savoury dish that melted in the mouth. By now we were feeling full, but still we waited in anticipation for the main event.

Potato Rosti with prosciutto and Parmesan, L'Alchemista, Montefalco

Potato Rosti with prosciutto and Parmesan, L’Alchimista, Montefalco

Piled up plates of hare cooked with garlic, rosemary, slivers of olives and white wine, in a sauce of olive oil, capers, garlic, vinegar and parsley appeared, with dishes of spinach, perfectly seasoned. It was thoroughly delicious.

Coffee and Passito, Dada's, Spello

Coffee and Passito, Dada’s, Spello

No Italian meal is complete without a dessert, and this lunch was no exception. Ciaramicola, a traditional Perugian dessert was served, red on the inside and covered with white meringue, the colours of the Perugian emblem. According to tradition, girls give this cake to their lovers at Easter; this would melt many an Italian man’s heart!

Tiramisu- already nibbled! L'Alchemista, Montefalco

Tiramisu- already nibbled! L’Alchimista, Montefalco

Did I mention the wine? Umbrian whites and reds accompanied each course. Afterwards there was an aniseed liqueur, known as a “coffee killer”, poured into strong espresso to hide the bitter after taste. I resisted photographing each course as I was too busy eating, so use your imagination to conjure up a meal fit for a king.

“I shall drink no wine before it’s time! OK, it’s time.” Groucho Marx

 

 

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Soul Food

Aperol Spritzer

Aperol Spritzer, Vinosofia Wine Bar

The little Umbrian town of Spello is fortunate to have many restaurants. Some are more upmarket than others but they all have one thing in common; regional, seasonal dishes and local wines. Lunch today was in Il Trombone, a rustic local trattoria with a stunning view from its terrace….

Spello, view from the terrace of Il Trombone

Spello, view from the terrace of Il Trombone

Muddled eggs with spinach and Parmesan to start….

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….washed down with the usual suspects: red wine, vino rosso della casa, and water, a necessary coolant!

“Wine is sunlight, held together by water.” Galileo Galilei

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 “Everything you see, I owe to pasta“. Sophia Loren

What better menu choice is there when in Italy? This ravioli with ricotta, spinach and sage was a feast for the eye as well as the stomach….

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….whilst this dish was stuffed with ricotta and walnuts: utterly delicious….

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Leaving just enough room for passito e biscotti, a dark, sweet wine with nutty biscuits, grappa and coffee….

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At the risk of sounding like lounge lizards, yesterday we ate at the Osteria de Dada. Here there is no terrace, no view and no menu. At least, there was a rather untidily hand-written menu outside, before you entered through the macrame curtain but, once inside, the food on offer bore little resemblance to that advertised. But that didn’t matter as the food was great.

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We started with salad, as a nod towards healthy eating. Deliciously crisp with olive oil and salt, it whetted our appetite for the next course of sliced, tender duck and fried veal….

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Crisp courgette….

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….and, best of all, fried zucchini flowers….

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But this meal had quite a funny ending, which I am rather embarrassed to relate. One of the two lovely ladies who runs the restaurant is habitually to be heard singing “O Sole Mio”. I really have no idea what came over me (I had drunk very little wine!), but I joined in! As I didn’t know the words to the song, I spliced in a rousing chorus of “It’s Now or Never” in my most theatrical manner. (Have you ever noticed just how similar the tunes are?) Well, we got a huge round of applause from our fellow diners. But worse was to come! The chef pointed out that one of the diners was a Professor of Music. As I slunk back into my normal position of hiding in the background, he came over and congratulated me. It may have just been pity, but it was very much appreciated! We laughed all the way home….

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