Good pasta, good seafood, and good gelato. You didn’t let us down, Tuscany.
We had been looking for the Mercato Centrale, because you know how much we love markets. Unfortunately on that day, we couldn’t find it fast enough for our stomachs, so we stopped at Trattoria Pizzeria Sara way before the appropriate dinner time (read: 8pm) in Italy. But y’know… We got hungry more quickly than expected. As usual.
We started with the charcuterie plate: veli di crudo con coccoli e stracchino. This was a plate of “prosciutto veils” (SO POETIC) with fried bread and soft cheese. The prosciutto was good, but not as fatty as the usual. On the other hand, the fried bread really stole the show. it was seasoned and crunchy outside like a hash brown, and ridiculously soft and almost cheesy inside. We might have gotten a little addicted.
Mell got the gnocchi al quattro formaggi (four-cheese gnocchi), because we’d been having so much meat. This unfortunately did disappoint; the gnocchi wasn’t soft and pillowy and the cheese sauce was lacklustre. Reminiscent of pre-packaged pasta dinners, Mell concentrated on the fries bread from the charcuterie plate.
Grace got the risotto tutto mare. The name was a tad misleading (G: actually a lot misleading) because it wasn’t “tutto mare”—just two types of mare: shrimp and squid. That’s it. It was decent, but not super memorable.
G: No mussels? No clams? This is an abomination.
M: I would argue this isn’t even risotto, looks like plain rice to me. 🙁
On another day, we looked for the Mercato Centrale again because… you know us and markets. This time, we found it. Grace beelined it for the seafood shop and ordered the seafood salad. The mussels, shrimp, and squid were raw and so fresh that they could’ve just fished them out of the water minutes before serving it on a plate. Probably the best seafood meal she’s had this trip.
G: Oh. My. God. I can taste the sea. Worth the wait. WORTH EVERYTHING.
M: I prefer seafood when it doesn’t taste like seafood. No strong taste for me.
Mell got the pesto linguini. She didn’t have to wait nearly as long as Grace and it was sooo damn satisfying. Pesto was a perfect diversion from the heavy cheese sauces of late.
Because we’d been having so much gelato, Grace went for cannoli instead (G: #firstworldproblems I know, don’t hate me). Anthony Bourdain had one in Sicily and it looked pretty fly. Why not?
G: Who needs gelato when I can get ricotta that’s pretty much ricotta ice-cream in this fried pastry dough?
M: Uh. Because I don’t need no fancy stuffing. Just give me this every day and I will die happy.
Florence looked like a damn postcard every way we turned. We indulged at every opportunity. As per usual. TAKE US BAAAACK.