Thursday, July 31, 2008

An Appetite for Aperitivo

Zio Tony explores the epicul-timate Milanese past time: Drinking as an excuse for eating.

Until a few years ago, it seemed that the primary purpose of the Italian espresso "bar" was to tender the masses with cappuccini (the proper plural of "cappuccino") and brioche in the morning while fueling them with espresso shots over the remainder of the day. You could probably pick up a grilled panino at lunch here & there; but, for the most part, potato chips & green olives were the standard evening fare. Maybe there was a gradual evolution to finger sandwiches, but eventually some enterprising barman (whether a Torinese or a Milanese is a point of contention) took the quantum step-up-to-the-plate and introduced the all-you-can-eat buffet to Italian nightlife. All that was left was to cover the cost with a pricey cocktail, and "ecco la", the "Aperitivo" was born. Having spread like a spilled Spritz on your favorite cocktail dress, it's become so ingrained into the daily "Dolce Vita" that you'd swear Nero had sipped Mojito's and nibbled off of cocktail napkins as he watched Rome burn.

Now, don't forget we're talking about Italy here; so, banish any vision of piled-up carrot nubs & tooth-picked hotdog stubs. From the ubiquitous foccacia to quintessential Milanese "cold plates" like vitello tonnato (sliced veal roast with tuna fish mayonnaise) and nerveti (gristle from the veal shank, boiled, thinly sliced and served with oil, onion, parsley) the average Aperitivo spread will suit most any appetite. A note to travelers: If you happen to miss the 3 o'clock closing bell for lunch or need to nosh before the 8PM curtain rises at Teatro alla Scala, finding a good Aperitivo (which usually begin around 5:30) can be a fine alternate to traditional eating joints which don't open for dinner until after 7.

The Aperitivo thrives in pedestrian areas. So, when in Milano head to the likes of Corso Como, Garibaldi, Sempione by the park, and the Brera district. As you can imagine, their style & vibe vary as much as the people who flock to them. Aiming to cover the spread, Zio Tony has scoped-out a few for you along Corso Garibaldi:

Bar Cinque Stelle, “5 Stars” (8 Corso Garibaldi): Fitting into the “local crowd” category, the type of place to hang with friends without elbowing into a table or worrying about that tasty frittata vanishing before you get back to the buffet (usually stacked up on the bar)




In the Glass: Negrino Sbagliato, “Mistaken Negrino” (Martini Rossa, Campari, Spumanti.)
On the Plate (Cold): Rigatoni with asparagus, veal scaloppini with basil, raw fennel salad, vegetable frittata, breaded & fried peppers, casseroled potato & green beans.
Out of the Pocket: 5 Euro



Cafe Moscatelli (93 Corso Garibaldi): Less the typical espresso or hang-out bar and more a “Bottigilieria con Cucina”, Zio T rates the Moscatelli Aperitivo in the “Buona Forchetta” (Good Fork) category. The “cucina” uniquely offers "piatti caldi" (hot plates) and seemingly fresher “cold plates” than the typical catered buffet.


In the Glass: Aperol Spritz (Dry white wine, Aperol, Prosecco)
On the Plate (Warm & Cold): Farfalle pasta ragu, rigatoni with tomato, potato with wurst, mozzarella, foccacia, fried smelt, nerveti [taste & texture of savory rice noodles, but decidedly un-vegetarian!]
Out of the Pocket: 7 Euro



Gold Cafe (87 Corso Garibaldi): A place to see and be seen, you can recognize this type of Apperitivo by the perennial tans mixing to the DJ beat. The buffet may run deeper and have room for a wheel of Parmagiana; but, you're paying for the "flash".



In the Glass: Mojito (Rum, Sugar, Fresh Mint, Soda) [With no shortage of fresh mint in this town, next time I’ll order-up a Mint Julep!]
On the Plate (Cold): Cold meats & salumi, casseroled spinach, roasted fennel, tomato salad, some sort of fried cheese taco. [ I arrived "troppo ritardo" for the vitello tonnato :( ]
Out of the Pocket: 9 Euro

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Zio Tony, Let's Go!

Allora, I'm sitting back in my Milano appartamento after a few hectic months ... tribulations of setting up work & home in Italy, whirlwind of wonderful visits with family & friends, and a haphazard training program that at least got me through another Ironman France ... and thinking, "Ok, what do I do next?"

For me, that's really an important question because I know my "dark side" and if I don't answer it with some sort of plan or goal that keeps me occupied, Grumpy Uncle Tony takes over. So in that sense, that's a really important question for you too because noooo-body likes ole' Grumpy T.

The formula is quite simple: A place to go + Something to do + Something to think about (yes, eating counts, and sometimes subtitutes for thinking) = Happy Uncle Tony :)

So, this "Zio Tony, Let's Go!" blog is your place to post comments asking me to scout out a place or meddle in something Italian that you're curious about. I'd like to hear anything you have in mind, from tipping me off on your favorite apertivo to throwing down the gauntlet for a real Zio Tony adventure. If I get stumped on what to do, I'll post a poll and let you decide!

As I follow up on your ideas (or dares), I'll use the "Zio Tony Let's Go" label to tag posts that take you along with me. That way you can locate them (or return to this one) using the "Zio Tony's Find-a-Blog" along the left side bar of the homepage.

I guess that makes a plan for making some plans, so, Let's Go!

Monday, July 21, 2008

Ciao Cowboy

Okayyy .... after almost 6 months in Italy, the first post to my Italian blog is about a Wyoming dude ranch. Yep, I just got back from Jackson Hole and a fine family re-union at the Triangle-X (www.trianglex.com). Well, you know what they say about better late than never.



There you see the Family Gang riding on top of Stormy, Red Rock, Spike, Holyfield, Jolly, Folgers, Geronimo, ZZ Top, and Mabel. (Hey Dick Cheney, if you happen to be surfing this blog, yep, that's my 'lil neice Spohia riding your horse - but, I bet you weren't wearing red cowboy boots!)


Of course, we ain't just a bunch of rooky Dudes. Heck, we rid those trails 30 years ago.







Pop-Pop an Ma wer jus tickld to git us bak thar, redux'in those memoriums. We hat oursevs sech a gran ole' time, I reckon the lil'uns will wanna to do the same wit their'uns 30 yar more.


Not that life on a Dude Ranch is just a loup in the park ... it's tough business (on the bottom that is): 2 rides a day, morning and afteroon, 5 hours in the saddle between sunrise and sundown.






Of course, all oats and no hay makes Jack a dull bay. So, we also rode into town a few times and did our share to shore up the local Jackson Hole economy - shopping for western wear (the Milanese will be digging my purple cowboy shirt!), taking in the Patsy Cline show at the Arts Center (still humming something about midnight, moonlight and a ... weeping willow, cryin' on his pillow ... ), or 2-stepping on the dance floor and into other folk's vacation videos (Alicia high-fived me with a "We still got it!" after a lady stopped by with a "Dancing with the Stars" compliment :). [BTW, if you happen to find yourselves with happy feet in Jackson Hole: Skip the cover charge & garage band at the Million Dollar Cowboy Bar and head instead to the Wort where the music is lively and the dance floor is free.]

Other than riding and painting the town red (or at least a faint blush), Alicia & Chris outfitted a Family Float for us down the Snake River (to the chorus of a few sing-along-songs thanks to Fran, Olivia, & Nino - at least the moose didn't seem to mind), the kids joined in the rodeo calf chasing, and I even managed a 60-mile bike-ride along the base of the Grand Teton range. Of course, we also had our share of fun with each other. Given that this was the Wild West and we had to go by proper Injun' names, the tribal council would meet at the dinner table to vote on the likes of "Throwing Stick", "Fast Ball", "Red Boots", and "Balding Buffalo" ... not that they all stuck, but, I'll leave you guessing who walked away the hands down favorite for "Babbling Brook".

So, I've got to say the week of communing with The Family & Mother Nature was pretty swell. There's no denying that special place where
the trails are as long as the sky is big,
the dinner bell rings in every meal, and
the cowboys always wear boots.