October 1, 2005 | Travel Feature

Eat Like a Venetian

In a city that often confounds food lovers, I hit the ground running and enlist the help of some trusted locals to find a dozen of Venice's most memorable meals.

Venice in snow. Photo: Steven Richter

    Not everyone falls in love with Venice at first sight; certainly not at first bite. For all its mythic enchantment, its wondrous changing light and shimmering reflections, its haunting intimacy, Venice can seem indifferent to the casual visitor, and it's never been known for noteworthy cuisine. The popularity of certain ferociously expensive (especially for those of us toting the diminished dollar) dining perennials suggests Venetians love overcooked fish and thrive on the gluey black ink of the cuttlefish. My partner, Steven, and I are on our fourth extended sojourn here, and I'm happy to report that there are dishes to savor, and restaurants from which the fussiest mouths emerge smiling. All it takes to eat well in Venice are walking shoes, a vaporetto pass, and reconnaissance. For the latest table buzz, I count on all manner of Venetians, including transplants from elsewhere in the Veneto and expats from Austria, Boston, and Los Angeles, and right away we find ourselves eating the way these passionate locals do, as inexpensively as possible without skimping on what's essential: great food.

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    We've been going to Fiaschetteria Toscana for years, and once showed up with Marcella and Victor Hazan, so the owners know us. But that doesn't seem to matter. Sometimes the staff is rude (especially upstairs) and sometimes they kiss our toes. But the food—Venetian, not Tuscan, as you might think—is always good (except when the chef oversalts his signature fried seafood, frittura della Serenissima). "Ask the chef not to use too much salt," I beg Claudio, the ­English-speaking waiter. He shrugs. "I can tell him, but if he's mad at his wife, who knows?" Try spaghetti with clams, whole wheat bigoli (thick noodles) in salsa (a must for anchovy fans), and don't miss an unexpected French touch: the luscious tarte Tatin. San Giovanni Grisostomo, Cannaregio 5719; 39-041/528-5281; dinner for two $168.

    When we fly in with only a few days, we want the best at any price. And the best for aquatic creatures is Alle Testiere. After a hill of buttery sautéed razor clams and the most impeccably cooked swordfish I've had since the time I bought it on a beach and cooked it myself, I have to admire the audacity of the satiny rare tuna, with balsamic tempering the sweetness of fresh berries. The tiramisù is a revelation. (Request it when you reserve.) Why are there so few Venetians in Testiere's 22 seats? Maybe it's because co-owner Luca Di Vita recites the menu in five or six languages to a global clientele, reminding Venetians how demoralizing it can be to owe your livelihood to tourism. Calle del Mondo Novo, Castello 5801; 39-041/522-7220; dinner for two $156.

    Those who knew the consistently top-rated Da Fiore more than 20 years ago, when Mara and Maurizio Martin opened their simple neighborhood wine bar, and even those of us who discovered it in later years in the international spotlight, are shocked by how fancy and how expensive it is now. Steven and I decide to go for broke, and are amazed by one of the best meals of our stay: tuna carpaccio, cut like sashimi for optimal mouth-feel; overabundant saffron-scented pappardelle with oysters; a masterly fritto misto; and a dessert that still haunts me—stingingly tart lemon sorbetto dusted with pulverized licorice. Calle del Scaleter, San Polo 2202A; 39-041/721-308; dinner for two $240.

    Young locals rave about the bargain lunch at Muro Vino e Cucina—a glass-walled wine bar with a sleek gray-and-black-themed dining room—an unlikely 21st-century sight in the historic Rialto district. We go in the evening, shouldering our way through crowds downing wine and flirting outside, despite the chill. Upstairs in the small dining room, Rosella, the genial waitress, keeps bringing warm olive rolls every few minutes. At first the clumsy English menu translations put me off. But an antipasto of "deer with truffle foam" proves to be carefully grilled venison, enough for three to share. Argentine steak, chewy but flavorful, is paired with roasted potatoes and a bowl of immaculate baby greens in a splendid vinaigrette. Since bottled water and cover charge are included, and Rosella will open a bottle to pour wine by the glass, the tab is less steep than we expected. San Polo, 222 Rialto; 39-041/523-7495; dinner for two $108.


    Denizens of Venice are fiercely loyal to their local bacaro (wine bar), where cichèti (small plates) can be a nibble before a meal or dinner itself. At a neighborhood wine and beer joint like Enoteca do Colonne, two or three tramezzini—sandwiches in soft dark bread, here filled with pork or salami—and perhaps a shared plate of such rough-hewn classics as musèto (a fatty sausage made mostly from pig's snout) or nervèti (boiled veal tendons with parsley and vinegar) would be dinner for a young working couple. Cannaregio 1814/c; 39-041/524-0453; dinner for two $30.

    Ca' d'Oro does two kinds of meatballs, both of them delicious; an equally well prepared squid with potatoes; and whole grilled seppie. Choose from the display at the counter, where wine is red or white and nondescript, poured into teeny goblets. Around eight, packs of locals and tourists begin trooping in, claiming bare wooden tables in the simple, informal osteria for unusual Venetian dishes such as polenta with cuttlefish in black ink and the deftly fried fritto misto. Ramo Ca' d'Oro, Cannaregio 3912; 39-041/528-5324; dinner for two $48.

    Two friends—he's an Italian architect, she's an American juggling jobs—lead us to Enoteca Mascareta, where Mauro Lorenzon, an actor and wine connoisseur, keeps a serious cave with champagne and wine by the glass, drawing regulars nightly till 2 A.M. We share platters of salumi with cheese and a scattering of tiny pickles at a small cramped table while Lorenzon snaps off the neck of a bottle with a sword and pours a free round of bubbly for all. Calle Lunga Santa Maria Formosa, Castello 5183; 39-041/523-0744; dinner for two $48.

    Our budget-minded Venetian pals often stake out a table in the back room at La Cantina, where Francesco slices cured salamis, raw fish, cheeses—everything to order, even the bread. Platters are priced by weight. Francesco's creative crostini are full of surprises—tongue piled high under fresh horseradish shavings, salted beef with smoked ricotta and chopped pickle. But we pay the price for his fame and obsessiveness with waits that seem endless. Francesco can be temperamental, and when he's in a really bad mood, the place is closed. On a recent visit, he was sipping red wine and singing along to Sinatra. The pilgrims simply drink, laugh, and patiently wait. Campo San Felice, Cannaregio 3689; 39-041/522-8258; dinner for two $24.


    Even Venetians who don't need to pinch euros are enamored of La Bitta, a new mom-and-pop act in a small storefront off the Campo San Barnaba. The menu, propped on a wooden table easel, mirrors market offerings, focusing on meat and vegetables: wonderfully light potato gnocchetti, tossed with artichoke and slivers of smoked ricotta; classic liver and onions. Grilled vegetables accompany the small steak, which is smartly caramelized and modestly priced. We share homey spiced pear cake and fudge-y chocolate triangles anchored on caramel streaks. Calle Lunga San Barnaba, Dorsoduro 2753A; 39-041/523-0531; dinner for two $96.

    Venice can be unkind to pizza. After a couple of leathery pies, we are ready to give up. But friends are high on Il Refolo, an upscale pizzeria created by the duo at Da Fiore for their son Damiano, with Mamma coaching the kitchen. Sitting at an umbrella-shaded table with a view of the canal, I give high marks to the azazel pie and its layers of spicy sausage, mozzarella, and chopped tomato, with the extra garlic we requested. But lamb chops and a simple side of penne with tomato sauce are even more impressive. San Giacomo dell'Orio, Santa Croce 1459; 39-041/524-0016; dinner for two $60.

    La Zucca's pocket-sized kitchen has been off and on from one year to the next, but right now it's on, turning out lush baked noodles, tagliatelle memorable for its sausage ragù with fresh ricotta, and irresistible vegetables, often layered with cheese. After sending back fossilized lamb chops (ordered rare)—"they were cooked this afternoon," the waitress explains—we are amazed that the roast beef replacement is so good. Zucca's bare wooden tables are much in demand, so you might not want to walk to Santa Croce without calling ahead. San Giacomo dell'Orio, Santa Croce 1762; 39-041/524-1570; dinner for two $90.

From Travel and Leisure October, 2005