I Gusti de Recco

As Trofie Wife has made clear for quite a few months now, this country is all about culinary delights. So when you’ve got a town that is known for its superior food in a country that’s known for its amazing food, well, you’ve got to check it out. So that is how Martello and I found ourselves farther down the coast in Recco, the first glorious Sunday in June.

This town’s main claim to fame is its focaccia di formaggio (that would be cheese focaccia). We tried to research in advance “the best” place to check it out, but when we arrived, Martello just downed the first one we could find (we managed to locate the “best” place—essentially a shack on the beach—just prior to our departure; it was head and shoulders above the first one we tried). Opting to allocate my daily lactose consumption to gelato, I tried only a tiny bite of the famed bready item, but can agree with Martello that it was sublime. Although not quite as sublime as the gelato (Trofie Wife went with cinnamon and chestnut this go around), which Martello believed was the "best" gelato he had yet consumed in Italy—a very serious statement (I would tend to agree; it was fabulous).

After dining, we found some rocks to splay ourselves across and enjoyed reading while being sprayed by cool waters.

We ended our day with aperitivi (drinks and a hefty appetizer buffet) at a bar in the Genova port, watching the sun set over the glistening water. Pretty nice way to end the weekend, no?

Baci e gelato,

Martello e Trofie Wife