One of things I most enjoy about visiting my brothers and sister on the continent is the inescapable possibility of an unforgettable food experience. It hardly matters where I visit, such is the diversity of cuisine across Europe. I think I will take the opportunity, once in a while, to share a food experience, one of those delightful meals one comes across in an unexpected setting, or in an utterly predictable one such as next to the Trevi Fountain in Rome, or on the banks of the Danube in Vienna. Perhaps you will indulge me and send me an email. Tell me about one of your favourite foreign food experiences and I'll try my best to include it in a subsequent post.
SHRIMP RISOTTO IN VENICE
For those who haven't yet had the pleasure of visiting Venice or the Veneto, here's some prerequisite information. First of all, and most importantly, Venice lives up to ALL expectations. Believe me. If you have seen From Russia With Love, you will already, as many of us have, had expectations including Gondola rides with Flaxen-haired, Russian beauties and O Solo Mio sung by a delightfully chubby gentleman in a stripy shirt. Though not completely realistic, the depictions in such examples of popular culture are close enough to accurate as to be informative.
There is, however, a problem with Venice. This problem, ironically, is caused by the very features we have all all grown to love. Venice is SO popular as a tourist destination that it is almost impossible to walk two metres without bumping into a Brit, or an American, or heaven forbid a German! You get the impression that Venice is a museum, housing it's own buildings as exhibits and not really functioning as a city any more. The district of Castello is largely devoted to old naval buildings and tourist attractions. The districts near the Rialto are full of cheesy tourist boutiques selling aprons with pictures of Michelangelo's David on the front (presumably the owners consider it an unlikely possibility that any of the philistines visiting the city will know that they are NOT in Florence, where David is housed).
If you travel to the North of the city, however, walking along the northern shore, you will come to an old, still-residential district known as Cannaregio. Though the stretch of Cannaregio on the Grand Canal is packed with tourists and the usual street artists and performers, if you venture down a few of the miniature side canals and walkways, you'll soon find a peacefully oasis of authentic Venetian living to enjoy (such as the splendid examples above and below).

One day, stumbling through the broken, cobbled streets of Cannaregio, my family and I found an unassuming shop front with rather unattractive frosted glass obscuring the view to the inside. I must stress this point, there was NO sign outside, no possible indication as to the contents of the building. Being British, and thus naturally nosey, we ventured inside. You guessed it, it was a restaurant! And not just any restaurant. It seemed to be the secret headquarters of all the Venetians who needed a place where everyone knew their name, and was able to pronounce it correctly. There were no menus, no cloths on the tables and apparently no staff. I asked someone sat next to me how to order food and was greeted with a cheery yet regrettably unintelligible rant in Italian. Eventually, somebody did come to our table and I was able to hear the word Risotto in her spiel about the day's specials, so quickly interjected "che!" About 5 hours later, as is tradition in Italian restaurants, she returned with a small plate with a rather pathetic-looking dollop of risotto on it. After being starved for 5 hours and eating the entire place out of bread sticks, I was in no position to question the quality of the portion and hastily tucked in. To my astonishment, it was without a shadow of doubt or exaggeration, the most exquisite risotto I have ever tasted. I melted in the mouth, it was shrimpy but not fishy, it was creamy but not too heavy, it was sumptuous and cloud-like. I can still taste it, down the the last detail. What a surprise, and what a food experience. We returned every night for the next week. As far as I know from my explorations in Venice it is the only authentic restaurant, and since I don't know the name, you'll probably never find it. Sucks to be you.
The moral of the story is to explore, to get lost, to wander aimlessly through whatever city in which you happen to find yourself. Don't do what the guidebook tells you to, do the opposite. As a general thought for the future, remember this rule: whatever a tourist is doing, avoid replicating at all costs, it is far from likely to lead to a surprising conclusion.
If anyone is abducted due to straying from the well-trodden tourist routes of Europe's major cities, I am in no way responsible. =)