“As I leave the house, as I leave the house – just behind the marina crashes a wave” (c).

The same is here.

Get downstairs from you room, go through the painted reception hall, open the fancy door and at once you’re in a tent.

Which faces the parapet, and the pierce, and the lake. There you can sail gracefully on a lacquered taxi-boat, pick up your vis-à-vis wearing a dress with a long train (if it’s a girl), then lift her in your arms and get her onto the pier – right towards the table. If it isn’t a girl, the same is possible, though.

So, this is a pretty much regular villa, and a very beautiful one. Someone like Maria Callas could really dwell in here. Nothing boded trouble: in such places there are usually stupid snobbish restaurants with moron food and chefs with unutterable names.

However, nothing of the sort happened this time.

I’m not talking about the prices. It’s a fancy restaurant: pasta at 30+eur, main courses up to 50eur.

But the food – mummy-get-me-back-in-your-tummy!

We each had a snack and shared 4 pastas: in the end, each of us got 2 pastas.

I’ll tell you right away that we had to finish up with the pasta list in the menu: we wolfed down 6 of them (!). It was a gastro-feat! Despite the small portions, it was still way too much, but we had no fucking choice, as it was literally impossible to stop.

Let’s begin with crudo, a very worthy crudo, and a really fantastic dish Culatello di Zibello – ham king with fucking awesome confiture.

Then the bacchanalia began.

Cold pasta with black caviar – actually, you can just fucking throw the caviar (though it brings salt and sea to the dish) and have the plain pasta, which have been boiled in such a way! – apparently, they boil it in a broth. Really, that’s what those cheaters do.

Then, there were raviolis with some white flakes of cheese, which were crunchy like popcorn, some fucking al dente ravioli.

Pasta with a tail, fusilli with potatoes (the only faint item), risotto with truffle and cheese, which had a slightly mint taste, super soup, and 8 extraordinary cheeses.

And… the fucking bomb: the thing is in the form of a rose, it’s wet inside, with a bowl of sweet/vanilla sauce and some elaborated ice cream.

Our room, which used to be the owner’s room with a balcony and a terrace, and which seemed just perfect for us at the beginning, – all of a sudden got literally inaccessible: it was on the goddamn third floor. It’s been a long time since we retreated so shamefully: overcoming each step was hard labor, possible just in infernal slow motion.

PS: We decided to try something dietary for lunch, like a pigeon. And what do you think? It was one of the best pigeons, and I’ve gobbled up around a hundred of them during my lifetime.

PPS: The only downside: it’s very much the opposite of the «for free» thing.