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The winding alleyways of Castello are wonderfully atmospheric when devoid of tourists. If San Marco yearns with intensity for the tourist dollar, here in Castello, just a few steps from Riva Degli Schiavoni, you get to see life more as it is lived by the remaining inhabitants of Venice. An old lady in a coat tottering down an enclosed alley. Burly men spilling from the doorway of an enoteca, raucous Italian echoing around a small square. Two women in headscarves sat gossiping on the benches before San Giovanni In Bragora. The €16 set menu advertised outside this cosy little trattoria drew me in, warm amber light being thrown from the window across the angular old masonry of the Campiello.
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The winding alleyways of Castello are wonderfully atmospheric when devoid of tourists. If San Marco yearns with intensity for the tourist dollar, here in Castello, just a few steps from Riva Degli Schiavoni, you get to see life more as it is lived by the remaining inhabitants of Venice. An old lady in a coat tottering down an enclosed alley. Burly men spilling from the doorway of an enoteca, raucous Italian echoing around a small square. Two women in headscarves sat gossiping on the benches before San Giovanni In Bragora.
The €16 set menu advertised outside this cosy little trattoria drew me in, warm amber light being thrown from the window across the angular old masonry of the Campiello. Inside the decor is simple and basic, but with a grand selection of corkscrews and bottle-openers on the walls. Deciding to go for the set menu, I first chose my starter. From the list available (lasagna, fish salad, vegetable soup) I chose Spagghetti al Vongole. This was the highlight of the meal. The clams came in a garlicky (but not too garlicky) butter sauce, messy and juicy. The main course of Venice's omnipresent fried fish - prawns, calimari rings, sardines and polpi (whole baby octopi, their tentacles splayed like fingers on a palm) - was a bit of a let down. It came with a grainy yellow block of what looked like sweet potato but proved to be my first ever taste of polenta. For dessert was amaretto gelati in a tin tray. It looked shop-bought, fresh from the freezer compartment, but the waiter assured me all desserts were homemade. I also had a half-bottle of Soave with my meal - €12, about £8. It was a perfectly nice wine, and you have to take restaurant prices into consideration, but I wouldn't have paid £8 for it in an off-license at home. £4.99 maybe, but not £8.
By this point I had got talking to an American couple at the next table. They had gone a la carte, and their antipasto of sliced meats, and whole fish for main course looked superb. I ordered a Bellini (€5) as I chatted, and they were intrigued by my gelato and ordered one themselves.
The meal was perfectly edible, not the worst I had in my time in Venice, but not the best either. For an introductory meal it taught me what to expect from set menus, and gave me a taste of typical Venetian dishes. All that was required now was to find my way back through the maze of streets!
Check it out for yourselves at www.alvecioportal.it It is closed on Tuesdays.
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