Saturday 26 October 2024

We went to the local market today. A relaxing walk of about 10 minutes, except we got a bit turned around at times but found a very pleasant market selling fruit, vegetables, cheese, seafood, clothes and other stuff.

We purchased a few items of food, including some good French style bread and a naughty chocolate bun. We also visited our local butcher 10 metres away and got some sausages, bombettes of beef and veal and retired home for a long siesta.

Our home stay host had recommended a seafood restaurant I Capatosta, in the old town and after a couple of post market, refreshing beers in the square, walked to the restaurant to make a dinner booking. Being brave, we made it for 8.00 pm. Late for us. We might just make 10.00 pm before bed. Flashy was ready to make the reservation in Italian but the lad spoke perfect English so instead of Venti he could say twenty - as in twenty hundred hours. He did notice that there were only two other reservations in the book for that hour.

After a negroni in our bar in the square we arrive at I Capatosta to find only another single table for two occupied. They were not Italian. Just as we sat down, there was much piano accordion music and singing outside our restaurant. It appears that a local couple were celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary and the local fathers and sons had arrived to serenade them in the street. So, the entire restaurant of four persons went outside to watch and listen. So too did all the staff. 

Arriving back at our table was a fritto misto for Lady P and a stunning calamari salad. Flashy, being adventurous, ordered a seafood selection. “Sai che e crudo, signor?” Yes. I know it’s raw.

Oysters were OK. The prawns, langoustines and mini mussels were, how shall I put this? Just defrosted, raw fishing bait. Should have known. It’s bloody late October and the restaurant is empty. Of course, the seafood will be frozen/defrosted. But really, that’s taking the raw prawn! Luckily the Verdeca white wine was excellent. A very disappointing feed for Flashy. However, the limoncello and biscotti - gratis - was appreciated.

Patrolling the alley ways home, we did not find a gelateria for a gelato. Tomorrow maybe.

The alley to the restaurant.
Excellent white wine.
Bread like sinkers!
"Behind every angry woman is a man who has absolutely no idea what he did wrong." Sign in the restaurant.
Raw defrosted bait on a plate.


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