We’d been told that the cuisine in Milan has much to offer, but my vegetarian inclinations placed a severe restriction on Wife’s desire to try new things out. So instead of Sushi, she had to be content with Pizzas.
We spent a lot of time in cafes, though. (The weather on Sunday – raining throughout – and the queue at the Brera gallery – winding its way through chilly open corridors – meant we had to find other avenues. We sat in a cafe for a couple of hours, reading.) Milanese cafes follow the practice of offering, along with your drink, an assortment of things to munch. At one place we got a luxurious spread of olives, pistachios, salted groundnuts and cashews, potato chips, and a fried dish we decided to call ‘Italian cutlet’. Surprisingly, these supplements didn’t affect the cost of a Cappuccino or Rosebush tea, which were priced, as usual, at a 2 or 3 Euros.
Parmanu 