Everywhere in Italy, on any street, you will be able to buy authentic individual slices of pizza. With the smell all around you whilst exploring, they're hard to resist! The prices being irresistible too, just around 2 Euros a slice!
Instantly entering Italy, we found the fees for toilets went up by about .50 - 1.50 Euros more than other countries had been so far on our journey. Though, many were permanently manned with a cleaner, so you certainly got what you paid for.
This was a real annoying bugger of an italian trait. One that really left you 'up shit creek without a paddle' (all my aussie fans.... no... no .... ok never mind) it was downright frustrating and left you with no solution but to pay the money. It could be anywhere from 1-5 Euro per person, which was a considerable add on for a camping backpackers budget. To then charge for takeaway cups just seemed more like an insult than anything else... but this was soon made (only slightly) clearer as to why they thought it was fair...
Traditionally Italians do not enjoy their coffee. They do not sit, fingers wrapped around their steamy mugs, hunched over the enticing fumes of caffeine and savour the moment... nope. They swig and go. Literally. They order, get it handed to them, down the golden liquid and run. That's it!
First few times watching this phenomena I felt sickly insulted. How can you not just take 1 minute to enjoy one of life's most simple pleasures! But, this is how they do it and as they say, when in Venice...
Another hardcore tradition of italians is there is to be no coffee ordered or consumed after 12pm. If you would like to make this mistake, prepare for the consequences. The pointing fingers, snickering and 'what is that weirdo doing' facial expressions coming your way. With how strong the coffee is, it is kind of common sense though... as the saying goes, when in.... Verona!
Confused? Yep, it's exactly what you think you just read. You will find this system at any cafe, restaurant or grocery store. A completely backwards, confusing, inefficient procedure, which I still haven't worked out the reasoning behind. Our experience with this system went a little like this...
Our tour guide the previous day saidCaffe Gilli was the best in the city! So only having 24 hours here, we may as well give it a whirl. We walked in, breathing in the swirling clouds of caffeine and frothy milk. Making our way to the first counter, we placed our order. The man printed and gave us a ticket, which we tried to exchange with money, but he refused. Confused, he referred us to the smiling service lady at the counter behind us. Right, we'll give her the money i guess... 'Hello, what was your order?' Wait... If we have to repeat the order, why did we.... sigh never mind... 'A mocha and a cappuccino please'
Finally a mocha! I smiled to Curtis. It's all I'd wanted all trip and I was craving hard this morning! The lady at the counter seemed to finally understand what I wanted and with a chirpy smile repeated the order back and printed our receipt. We made our way back over to the first counter, next to the bench full of swigging fancy Italians. As I double checked the receipt and my heart sank, our handsome bearded barista placed our coffees down. 'oh...'
'Is everything ok miss?'
'Umm yes yes ok, grazie!'
That's not what I ordered.... Printed on my receipt was 'Macchiato'. I was now the not-so proud owner of surely the worlds smallest cup of coffee. I quickly learnt exactly what a macchiato was and probably why the lady at the register thought she had done so well in understanding our funny aussie accents. The Guinness World Records of tiniest coffee had cost me a world record of around 6 Euros and within 2 sips it was gone. I swear, my thumb was bigger than this 'coffee' (refer to photographic evidence on the right). All I was left with was bad breathe and feeling very jipped and thirsty.
But! When in... Florence!
With gelato places EVERYWHERE, how on earth do you pick one? I'm glad you asked!
Gelato places will try and draw you in with their extraordinary rainbow mountains of gelato. But beware. The higher the mound, the lesser quality. This gelato is made by the tonne in large cheap factories. Go instead, for the authentic joints with real hand made gelato, in lower 'realistic' tubs. Selling for its quality, not for it's looks.