The food experience I am going to write about today is still set in Napoli, which we can unanimously proclaim as the gastronomic heaven on Earth. More specifically, il Fiocco di Neve (snowflake, in English) is a pastry which was prepared for the first time in Pasticceria Poppella by Ciro Scognamillo, who is currently carrying on his family enterprise which has been baking pastries in Rione Sanità since 1920.
Some people accuse it to be a waste of space, some others answer back highlighting its importance as a cultural center in the city of London: I simply say I like this place and I willingly could spend my time in it, quoting the bag I bought there as a souvenir.
The first thing I would say if they asked me to describe Montréal is “it’s like New York City, but smaller”.
There is a high chance I just talk no sense since I have never been to NY, but this is the impression I had considering the typical landscape I get to enjoy in movies set in the Big Apple.
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For today’s blog post I chose to talk about one food in particular which makes the 24th of December the most special day in my life: struffoli, the ultimate Neapolitan dessert during Christmas time.
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Folks say Napoli is the best place on Earth for food, and Puok Burger Store gave a new proof to this statement: people here know how to play with food, and they do it well.
The food discovery I am going to talk about today might seem inappropriate, considering burgers are an American food, but trust me when I say this is one of the most typical thing you can savor during your stay in Napoli: Puok Burger is not just selling common burgers, it provides something unique. But before talking about the food in detail, I must share with you the story of this place.
Today I want to reveil you, my dear innocent and unaware reader, what truly lies behind the presence of that small and apparently innoffensive sink in Italian bathrooms: THE BIDET.
Naive people believe it is just a plumbing fixture Italians use to wash their genitalia, but this is just the poorest of possible descriptions: the bidet, as it is perceived by Italian people, is the emblem of our race superiority.
That day I got lost and I found myself wandering around neighbourhoods of Salerno I had never been to before, I discovered an incredible place where I could enjoy street art and get overwhelmed by the beauty of verses written on walls. I didn’t simply walk around forgotten areas of the city, I roamed through poetry.
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