Dear Dean Martinis,
I nearly cried tonight. At the beauty, fun and sense of wonder that we lucked in on.
After our Frederico Fellini day in the sun on Positano Beach we headed skyward to partake in a Prosecco as we rested and recreated before dinner in our room. Our wonderful host Claudio had insisted that we head away from the main drag more heaven-ward and try out this local place whose speciality is gnocchi and pasta per se. Well we did. And dear readers, all I can say is this. If youse ever find yourself in Positano, do yourself a favor and just get there. It's called Saraceno d'Oro which I think means gold Saracen.
Imagine if you will a narrow hilltop country road, one side bordered by a stucco wall, behind which lies a sheer cliff face drop, snug up against are two rows of narrow two seated tables, then a road surface barely wide enough for one car the size of my Rav thingie. On the other side is a three storey stucco building some three stories high lit up with fairy lights, a verandah large archways opening into the ground floor and lots of happy diners.
As we order, fireworks commence and lit the night sky above ancient buildings and moonlit skies, we then commence our first course and two wandering minstrels, one on accordion, one on classical guitar, come along and occupy the narrow road space and start to play Volare...........followed by O Solo Mio, and followed by every other cheesy predictable Italian song on the play list and it is just perfect. That they were both talented and good was a bonus. But I have never loved the sense of stereotype so much.
We finished our meal with what we thought was a limoncello but I thought it wasn't quite the same thing as I was used to. Turns out Siobhan's suspicion was correct and what we thought we was drinking was in fact lemon grappa from Praiano just up the road. Her weekends with Mark Campagnolo and his dad's garage special grappa in Brunswick East is a taste and effect you don't forget easily! So our delightful host upon our return to our rooms tells us of the best place to locate the most genuine limoncella and it's not from Sorrento. We will commence the expedition on the morrow.
Lotsa lemons
Kelly & Siobhan xxxx
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