Looking for a last-minute Christmas present? I highly recommend the book A Cup of Culture, now available on Amazon (both paperback and Kindle versions) — and not just because I wrote part of it! The book is a wonderful collection of essays written by expats about life in a different culture. What ties everything together is food: each essay has some food component, and recipes are included. What’s not to love?
Some friends and family members of mine have already received their own copies of A Cup of Culture, and they’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I have (that or they’re all really good liars…). It is a fun read about life overseas — and sometimes in some pretty strange places — and the different culinary experiences people have there. Unlike the last book to which I contributed, this one really will appeal to a wide range of readers.
If you read it, let me know what you think!
We’re pretty much all about food and wine in this house, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that one of my top things from 2015 was finding and eating the best pizza ever. I’ve eaten a lot of pizza and this was seriously the best I’ve ever had.
Where did I have such good pizza? Unsurprisingly, I had it in Italy. I know, I know… but I’ve had a lot of pizza in Italy and, for the most part, prefer Nomad Pizza in Hopewell, NJ or DC’s 2 Amy’s. But the pizza to which this post refers was found in the adorable town of Gorizia, Italy, on the border with Slovenia.
My brother came for his spring break and in addition to showing him around Belgrade, we took a trip to Istria (of course!), hitting both the Croatian and Slovenian parts, and Italy. It was a fabulous trip, despite some cold and occasionally rainy weather, and we spent a lot of it tasting wine.
When we got to Gorizia, I let Grant look into where we should eat. After perusing TripAdvisor reviews and checking out pictures of pizza, he picked a restaurant called Al Cavallino. We went into town to check things out and ultimately got help from a friendly Italian guy (aren’t they all?), who pointed us in the right direction and told us it would probably be too far to walk from where we were.
The restaurant itself was nothing special, although it was crowded with people who were clearly regulars. Our waiter spoke English and knew many of his customers’ orders without having to ask. He also showed no surprise whatsoever to find us back in his care two nights in a row!
In typical Italian fashion, the coperto (a “cover charge” that is in place at most restaurants, since tips aren’t expected) decreased the second night we were there.
Long story short, it was the best. Pizza. Ever. If you find yourself in Gorizia, make sure you stop by!