Il Ridotto (in back, that is East, of St Mark's Square) is a place an Italian-American correspondent who's lived/visited here a lot, touted me onto two years ago. It's chef'd by Gianni Bonaccorsi - a guy who you either hate (some Dudes on the Internet) or love (me among them.) Last time I came he and I chatted for hours about Paris restaurants and like stuff.
So, I was really looking forward to this lunch at 2 PM (rez made so I had plently of time between Marco Polo airport and him. But of course, Air France was an hour+ late, there was a transportation strike in Italy and I had acquired two more years of aged aging, blown out knees and cardio-pulmonary deterioration. So I took a cab from Marco Polo to my hotel in Mestre (sorry Colette for blowing the family fortune), stood in a long line to buy a train ticket and schlepped over the bridges and canals to M. Bonaccorsi's second resto, described by my friend as "where he kicks up."
Enter - Sweating, panting, gimping - "Hi, I'm Mr Talbott - I''m 15 minutes late, I'm sorry." Plongeur sticks head out door, sous-chefs scatter and wait-guy says "Well then, your reservation, ahhh, Mr..... We don't seem to have one and besides that we're closed, Another time then." At this point I go into full 'old guy trying to make the best of it' mode. "Jeez, I'm alone, lonely guys finish fast, I won't eat much,..." The guy takes pity. "Ok but one person, one dish" looking in back of me to see if the swarm of gypsees in the Campo SS. Filippo E Giacomo was following me in.
Menu - lunch - "what are the specials?" "A no, Monsieur, one dish off the evening carte." "OK, the rabbit with teeny artichokes and diced potatoes." Sublime.
We negotiated a bit of Chianti, bottled water, a corrected coffee and with superb bread and a sort of white pizza flat bread - the bill was 41 E. I walked home a happy man. Never say the Italians won't bend the rules.
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Da Tura in the Bologna Hotel in Mestre is another repeater and I scored with a wonderful sea bass salad amuse bouche with spicy greens and olive oil, but this year my main - the gnocchi (supposedly with zucchini flowers) did not turn me on although it did have very nice not-frozen then thawed shrimp.
With bottled water, interesting bread and 1/2 a bottle of Citto Tuscan wine and a lot of mignardises, my bill was 24 E.
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