food trip... not.

hi there.

so shruti and i were in bologna one weekend in the past month. our goal for the trip was to have lasagna and tiramisu, then come back to padova - boy, were we naive.

getting to bologna wasn't hard, it was only 40 minutes away by train. finding a restaurant to have a dinner, on the contrary, was impossible. we didn't have a really heavy lunch because we wanted to save room in our bellies. yeah. bellies. al sangiovese was our first target on the list we got from the nice lady at the information center. we called the restaurant but no one answered so we walked all the way to the other end of the city only to find that it was closed, located in a creepy neighborhood and not even served food worthy of our tasting. having dreamed of this place all day, we returned to city center in despair, then started walking around in hopes of finding a decent restaurant to have decent lasagna bolognese.

boy, were we naive.

we found two trattorias. none of them wanted us. apparently to eat in bologna you have to reserve days before your arrival to guarantee proper food. so finally with our hopes of a good meal shattered and completely drenched from the thunderstorm that we were caught in, we walked to a local bar and sat in the cold with wet clothes to have our crappy lasagna.

it was a sad day. no one should feel that sad and hungry and wet. this, however was not the worst part of the day. fucking train conductors decided to strike right at the hour our return ticket was issued, so we had to pay 50 euros extra to take a different train to return to padova. to kill our time, we decided to try the italian mcdonalds to see if they had tiramisu, because we had been looking for tiramisu the whole night with no luck. bologna was out of tiramisu. you would think that in italy, even the mcdonalds would have authentic tiramisu.

boy, were we naive.

what we got was tiramisu topped and filled with dried fig, pineapple and raisins. having been disappointed too many times, shruti performed some kind of abortion on the tiramisu to get at least one thing her way. here's the proof:

so, that was our food trip that didn't really happen.