Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Ho sete


After a good bike ride, I’m thirsty (Ho sete).



The steel cow.  You drop in a Euro and get a liter of unpasteurized milk.  It’s the closest you can come to walking up to a cow and latching on, but without the dangers of cow patties.



Vend-a-bottle


Smells better than getting under the cow.


Some folks would choose a steel cow to frequent based on proximity to home, I go here for proximity to the wine store.  Does the truth make me sound like a wino?



All the pretty bottles…are way too small.



Oh YEAH  - that’s what I’m talking about!


This is Paula’s (Pa-ool-la) shop and she loves that we consume mass quantities of wine.



This is a demijohn full of “house wine”.  The restaurant will quadruple the price by the time it shares the table with your pasta.


It sort of looks like I haunt this place


If you happen to show up at the right time, Paula will fix apperitivo with all the samples you can handle.  Of course we walked out with a fifteen Euro Sausage and eleven liters of wine…  At Paula's we pay E1.60 to E2.00 per liter when we bring our own bottles.  Price rocks, but my fave part is the sulfates, or the lack thereof.  The wine is fresh and has no preservatives.  No preservatives means no hang overs.  Come on!  I'll take eleven!


Kid tested.  Mother approved.
The sausage.  Not the wine.
Okay, I approve of the wine.
I just don't make my kids test it.









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