Prego, Mr. Ed

So, one of us just ate horse, and horse tartar at that. But wait, I get ahead of myself. We arrived in fair Verona via first class trains that were woefully short. From the station, we headed the wrong way up some heavily trafficked streets and crossed nearly a thousand crosswalks amongst the traffic circles. Narrowly escaping, we reoriented and found our way to B&B Divina. Perfectly content, we lazed about while the heat of the afternoon passed.

Thoroughly rested, we walked around the core of the old Roman settlement, trying to take sensible pictures when really, all we wanted to do was take a thousand pictures of everything. It's one of the most beautiful, genuine and romantic cities we have visited. For all of you who have asked, Verona, Verona, Verona is the one we would recommend you visit. Just touristy enough to find services but not spurred to the frenzy of a tourist's pace or budget. Perfecto.

After a leisurely walk, some drooling over window displays and two jaunts into 13th Century Catholic churches, we had stayed away from our dinner recommendation as long as we could stand. With a two course offering for 15 euro, why not get two courses? Well, any normal human would be perfectly satisfied with the first course of hearty, fresh pasta- that's why! But we haven't learned that lesson just yet. So after some perfect pasta, it was time for the second courses. And that's when the horse tartar arrived.

It was as if someone had been making hamburger patties to grill and forgotten one on Chris' plate. Mmm. Brave soul dug in best he could, savoring the capers it came with and the potatoes. In this case, the pasta dish saved Chris from having to eat the entire mound of horse meat. He said it tasted pretty much like any other meat. Instead of having a sauce, like many beef tartars of yester-dinner, this horse tartar had little to no seasoning. I couldn't really sympathize with him as I devoured the most delectable veal and mushroom combination ever to share a plate.

All in all, the peach/mango and coconut gelato on the walk back filled any room left in our stomachs and we will be sure to think twice before ordering two courses again, especially if one is horse.