Like eating at a Veneto grandmother's house if that grandmother thought you had just come back from a war and hadn't eaten in four years. My favorites: hot bread, creamy cheese, polenta with mushrooms, cookies with pudding, eggplant al funghetto, risotto with mushrooms. You don't really order there. Rather they greet you warmly and just keep bringing entrees and wine. After seven meatballs our toddler asked for a pillow so he could rest under the table. The rest of us were hoping there would be some kind of wheel barrel service to roll us back to our car or the nearby river so we could drift back to Venice.
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