I absolutely feel you on the Instagram ridiculousness. If there is a long line for food, I ain't spending my precious time waiting for eons. Or is that æons? It's great to have recommendations, but I think a lot of people don't understand that one of the great joys of visiting a new city is wandering down the smaller streets, getting a bit lost, and stumbling upon little hidden (from social media) gems.
It's true Michael, I felt so sorry for the American couple thinking they HAD to stand in that line because it was somehow the "best" sandwich experience in Florence. Sure, stand for 35 minutes in a mosh-pit of people in the middle of the street at 99F, in full sun, I might add. Not necessary, my friends!
I remember being in Paris many years ago and we were told we absolutely MUST have Berthillon ice cream. We found the storefront plus a line all the way down the street and I must have looked disgusted enough that I lovely woman pointed out there was a bar around the corner that also sold Berthillon ice cream and there was no line whatsoever. Not Insta-worthy, necessarily, but I was a much happier fellow.
The great thing about Europe is that, if there is any chance of a German guest, and there always is, the breakfast buffets include all kind of sliced porky goodness: ham, salami, prosciutto--that's in addition to smoked salmon, every yogurt ever, cereal, scrambled eggs, stewed tomatoes, fresh fruit to die for! Yike, it's 9am and I'm hungry!
I absolutely feel you on the Instagram ridiculousness. If there is a long line for food, I ain't spending my precious time waiting for eons. Or is that æons? It's great to have recommendations, but I think a lot of people don't understand that one of the great joys of visiting a new city is wandering down the smaller streets, getting a bit lost, and stumbling upon little hidden (from social media) gems.
It's true Michael, I felt so sorry for the American couple thinking they HAD to stand in that line because it was somehow the "best" sandwich experience in Florence. Sure, stand for 35 minutes in a mosh-pit of people in the middle of the street at 99F, in full sun, I might add. Not necessary, my friends!
I remember being in Paris many years ago and we were told we absolutely MUST have Berthillon ice cream. We found the storefront plus a line all the way down the street and I must have looked disgusted enough that I lovely woman pointed out there was a bar around the corner that also sold Berthillon ice cream and there was no line whatsoever. Not Insta-worthy, necessarily, but I was a much happier fellow.
Where’s the “Pay-so-Brigit-can-keep-writing-in-Florence” button?! Yes, please.
Hmmmm. Maybe someday....but thanks, my friend!
I see your Florinian (sp?) breakfast buffet and raise you an Innsbruckian one ! Ha!
The great thing about Europe is that, if there is any chance of a German guest, and there always is, the breakfast buffets include all kind of sliced porky goodness: ham, salami, prosciutto--that's in addition to smoked salmon, every yogurt ever, cereal, scrambled eggs, stewed tomatoes, fresh fruit to die for! Yike, it's 9am and I'm hungry!