La Caletta (The Little Bay)

     After returning from a short-little-weekend-road-trip to Tuscany, we arrived home to a bare fridge. Too tired to shop or cook, we decided to go out for a last meal before we fell back into the grind. After about 20 minutes of winding roads, we landed in a parking lot filled with as many chickens as cars. Stepping through an opening in large green hedges, I found a small oasis. A sprawling lawn, dozens of red canoes tethered to the shore, tiny tables overlooking the lake, and one of the most gentle and inspiring sunsets I’ve seen. Whether it was the wine, the atmosphere, or the company; I think this was the best evenings I’ve had in Italy. The dinner, without saying, was fantastic; fresh focaccia with rosemary, savory red wine, and Tagliata (perfectly grilled then baked steak and vegetables). According to Virginia Wolf, one cannot think well, love well, or sleep well, if one hasn’t eaten well.  And if I’ve done nothing else this summer, at least I can say I’ve eaten well. 

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