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But why is the gelato gone?
Mar. 25th, 2008 05:23 amI am SO CRAZY JETLAGGED. I've been wide awake since four in the morning, my brain insisting that it's noon. My stomach, too. I will be working on catching up on my flist and emails and such this week, but I might be a little slow about it. And if I start babbling nonsense, it's not my fault.
But speaking of food... since that's about all I can think about right now... I believed it when people told me that food portions were smaller in Europe than in America, and that's why Europeans don't have a problem with obesity like Americans do.
Now I know that this is LIES. In Venice, I ordered a calzone. Now, I have seen some large calzones in my day. But I have NEVER seen one that is BIGGER THAN MY HEAD. This monstrosity was a 14-inch pizza folded in half. No joke.
Lest you think this was just Venice catering to the tourists, let me tell you about the giant plates of pasta at the Montecarlo in Rome. Once again, BIGGER THAN MY HEAD. About the same size as the pizza-calzone, in fact. Utterly impossible to finish.
But maybe you think they're catering to hungry tourists fresh from 4-hour tours of the Colosseum and Palatine Hill. Sometimes they do. But what about the restaurant in Boondocks, Tuscany? We were the only non-locals for miles around, and yet they still served the biggest steaks I've ever seen. Not bigger than my head, but not especially smaller, either.
So there you have it. Italy serves giant portions too. The real secret is all the walking, especially the walking up five billion stairs with giant suitcases. Er, not that the pasta-and-gelato diet didn't still affect me adversely...
I think I need breakfast.
But speaking of food... since that's about all I can think about right now... I believed it when people told me that food portions were smaller in Europe than in America, and that's why Europeans don't have a problem with obesity like Americans do.
Now I know that this is LIES. In Venice, I ordered a calzone. Now, I have seen some large calzones in my day. But I have NEVER seen one that is BIGGER THAN MY HEAD. This monstrosity was a 14-inch pizza folded in half. No joke.
Lest you think this was just Venice catering to the tourists, let me tell you about the giant plates of pasta at the Montecarlo in Rome. Once again, BIGGER THAN MY HEAD. About the same size as the pizza-calzone, in fact. Utterly impossible to finish.
But maybe you think they're catering to hungry tourists fresh from 4-hour tours of the Colosseum and Palatine Hill. Sometimes they do. But what about the restaurant in Boondocks, Tuscany? We were the only non-locals for miles around, and yet they still served the biggest steaks I've ever seen. Not bigger than my head, but not especially smaller, either.
So there you have it. Italy serves giant portions too. The real secret is all the walking, especially the walking up five billion stairs with giant suitcases. Er, not that the pasta-and-gelato diet didn't still affect me adversely...
I think I need breakfast.
