Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Monday, 28 February 2011
My Grappa Heaven
To just north of Venice at the weekend to go to a wine tasting at Smooth Tony's. On the way Bruno and I stopped off here, at Nardini's Distillery Tap in the historic town of Bassano del Grappa, so you get the idea of this town's principal business. The firm is still family owned and run of course, no stock market quotation or selling out for lots of wonga to some French luxury goods conglomerate here, this is Italy not Blighty after all. All the bottles in the bar are of different types of grappa and they don't sell anything else.
It was packed at four in the afternoon, with people enjoying a range of different grappa-based snifters.
This is the view from one side of the bar of the historic bridge, that's if you can still have the power of vision of course.
And this is the view from the other side. Not bad eh?
Bruno and I started with some serious 50º grappas and then moved on to their Tagliatella which is a grappa-based liqueur and difficult to find outside of the Veneto region. Then we saw some people knocking these back so we had one each.
They're called cinquanta-cinquanta (50/50) and we never found out what the make-up was as we seemed to have mislaid the power of speech. But long live Nardini and Italian tradition!