Loading...OK, so may of you seemed concerned about the horse. I too was worried. The restaurant we went to that night in Verona only had cavallo on the Italian language menu, it was missing from the English version. But, what they did have which was almost as bad was a rolling cart of boiling meat. Thank God they didn’t roll that sucker out until after I had eaten. Eric narrated for me, as the cart was behind me but apparently they pulled a tongue out and sliced it for the table. The smell alone was enough to finish me off.
Fortunately, prior to the rolling cart of smelly simmering manzo, I enjoyed very much my tortellini in broth and my ravioli. Eric got the gnocchi (which was the bast gnocchi I ever tasted, they served it in marscapone cheese on radicchio). For his secondi, he got fish mush on polenta (which is also a kind of mush). I wouldn’t have cared so much if he hadn’t spilled some on his sweater and then worn the sweater the next day. I swear a gang of cats followed us around Padova. There are some disadvantages to packing light. We topped the night in Verona off with some gelato and then a nice long bath.
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