Fast Cars & Coffee!
After arriving at Bologna’s
main train station, we jumped on a number 25 bus and headed to our Air BnB
accommodation, staying with Eli S
and his Spanish girlfriend, which was luckily in a very central location (with
respect to the cheap eats and coffee bars).
A quick introduction and a new map, with a new planned itinerary and we
were off out into the city once again.
Our
itinerary for Bologna
was simple:
Eat, Drink
and Relax.
We were given some
recommendations by our host, Eli, but decided to be adventurous, choosing a
coffee shop at random. As luck may have
it, we struck gold. There was a plethora
of cakes and local fancies to soften even the hardiest sweet-tooth, and there
was a small queue. Locals were standing
at the bar, ordering their “fix” of coffee and drinking it. The place smelt amazing, a balanced roasted
coffee aroma coupled with the delicate and pleasing perfume of delicately sweet
pastries. To start our day we ordered a
couple of savoury pastries (a spinach one and a mushroom one) and the
coffees. The coffees we ordered were one
large Café Ginseng and a Macchiato.
Never in my life have I tasted a coffee as divine as a properly made
macchiato, the rich, full flavour of the espresso subtly neutralised by a tiny
“smudge” of hot foamy milk. The
macchiato has the smallest amount of creamy foam; I believe that the name
macchiato has some relationship to the translation of “milk stain” or something
like that. It’s a small, strong coffee
that really gives all of your senses a treat, and your bank balance too since
it generally costs around 1 Euro (in Italy)!
The Café Ginseng phenomenon seems to have been kept a secret within Italy . It’s available in big or small sized cups,
and I was pretty impressed with our Winnie for giving the “big one” a go. It was a serious hit for the non-coffee
drinker, who apparently loved it! The
coffee in Italy
is without a doubt the best I’ve tasted, no argument no comparisons! Coffee is served slightly differently in Italy too. They usually serve it with sparkling mineral
water (a shot sized glass) or you can help yourself to a glass from a communal
jug (normally with lemons or mint leaves).
The communal jugs are a nice touch, and it also freshens your
palate. The coffee bar that we found was
an unassuming sort of place, hidden in plane sight as it were. It had a monster of a coffee machine, old
school brass and copper – operated by an equally old school “master barista”. The bar also doubles as a drinks bar in the
evenings, so the bar top was also adorned with a couple of brass draught beer
pumps and some nozzle pour spirits. The
other side of this sweet-find was the bakery-come deli, which had some of the
most interesting looking cakes and pastries!
What was funny (to me at least) was that if you walked past early in the
morning, you could smell the aroma of roasting coffee surrounding this café
(and most others), which is just delightful.
Every cup of coffee I
ordered was exactly the same as the last, and it was a pleasure to watch the
coffee master in action. He took only a
moment or two to collect the roasted beans, grind them into his little espresso
unit, then a simple click and turn of the rustic machine and the coffee was
poured into the espresso-sized cup. Next
a twist of another knob and he was steaming the milk/cream. A quick check of the coffee’s temperature,
and he was jiggling the crème foam from it’s little steel jug into the
coffee. A micro second (or so it felt to
me) past and the “stain” of foam was sat jauntily atop a ready to drink
espresso.
My description probably
doesn’t replace watching the old-boy knock out this sensational coffee, but I
hope it gives you an idea of what the result of passion for making and serving
great coffee really looks like. Similarly,
the Ginseng version Winnie was drinking was good, quick and like watching
food-art in progress. Winnie had two or
three cups, and felt the coffee buzz!
Her first experience of what real coffee can do for you!
We were desperately trying to save money and keep our budget down, we realised
that after some significant overspending in France we were going to need to
change the way we were spending money. We reduced our spending, and sampled some different
things we’d probably missed sitting in a restaurant or bar. Take the hole in the wall pizza joints that
sell you really, really good Italian pizzas by the (large) slice for under 3
Euros. The locals buy two (or more) and
sandwich them together to make a filling pizza sanga kind of thing. I tried this and went back for more. Method:-
You take the slices and marry them together, bases on the outside and the
toppings become the filler! I found this to be like a hybrid calzone-pizza
sandwich, of massive taste proportions!!
The queues for this place were long, but turnover was fast – it seemed
general rule that the till lady (owner) was going to banter your socks off if
you were stood in the line, which made you feel local (even if you were a
tourist)!
Next we found a great
little Piazza. I can’t remember the
name, and I can’t remember where it’s located.
To describe it is simple, a cobbled sun trap with a little church,
flanked by some gargoyles. The
pedestrian walkways were undercover with huge pillars every 5 metres or
so. This little place was nice, but we
liked it for its appearance of being quiet and sunny (rather than its
beauty). We sat and chatted and started
some well needed wedding planning / ideas for the big day(s)…eep!
After about half and hour
or so of relaxing in the sun talking about our ideas for the WinGaz Wedding, we
left our little piazza and wandered around the city of Bologna .
We spotted Juventus FC getting onto their tour bus (surrounded by crazy
Italian fans shouting “Del Piero!” and stopped to take a few pictures, then we
decided to see how easy it would be to visit Ferrari, Lamborghini or
Ducatti. Ferrari, although popular is
fairly expensive and too far from the city. Ducatti is by appointment only, so we decided
to take a trip to Lamborghini’s museum.
The Lamborghini
Museum is located about an hours bus
ride outside of Bologna ,
and is set in a bizarrely quiet and un-cosmopolitan location – which felt
strange. A one-street town set in the
countryside being home to one of the most glamorous motorcars was interesting,
and walking around the museum I could see lots of works of mechanical art. From the outset Lamborghini were set to
succeed in mastering the art of beautiful, powerful dream cars. Winnie particularly liked the “original”
Lamborghini…the 350GT.
Winnie and "her" 350GT |
My personal Lambo of choice would be the one modelled after the F-22 Raptor
Fighter Jet, the Réventón. The sleek aerodynamic
lines, the massive scoops and vents were the draw...along with those sexy black wheels and matt grey paint. The massive back end sculpted in such a way
that as this motor flies away in front of you, you can’t help but be drawn into
a daze, until the dust blasts into your face…
Lamborghini Réventón - My Dream Car! |
The Lamborghini’s on show
were awesome, there were a few one of a kinds, and lots that never made it past
the early stages of production during Lamborghini’s rise to fame. There’s the history of Lambo’s power boating glory, and the tales of their failure to
succeed in Formula One. A humbling story
that demonstrates the cut-throat nature of F1 engine production!
The funniest Lamborghinis
on display were the Yellow Diablo mounted on a wall and a Diablo Police
Car…Imagine being tailed by this one!
Winnie found the one mounted on the wall to be an entertaining photo
opportunity!
As our time in Bologna drew to a close,
we returned to our accommodation to spend a few hours with our host Eli. During lots of interesting discussions (photography, food, travel, scuba) we ended up on the topic of Tiramisu…. Eli
thought it would be a fun idea to teach me how to make the real deal, fully
authentic traditional Tiramisu. I’m
going to save the “How To” part of Tiramisu for a separate blog post. All you guys really need to know is that it
was proper Yum Yum Yum-a-roo!!
Looks great, tastes even better. |
Next Stop: Florence . Ciao!
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