Tonight we joined Francine and a few of our friends at a small restaurant on a side street just off Piazza Signoria. The place has six small tables and 20 chairs. Total. As our party of seven squeezed into our corner table, it seemed as if we took up half the restaurant. Francine, who had dined here before, informed us that the Osteria was entirely run by a family: the mother cooked in the kitchen, the father ran the register, and the son was the waiter. The food was supposed to be excellent.
We were given hand written menus in plastic sheeting (a single page with the specials scribbled in ball point) and left to decipher the Italian. Each sheet had a boxed notation on the side that read "NO ice, NO pizza, NO bisteca". I ordered pasta with mushrooms with tiramisu for dessert. So so good :)
Ok... the tiramisu may not look that impressive but it's made with raspberries and was probably one of the best things I've had in Florence so far.
We ended the evening with tea at Francine's apartment overlooking the Piazza, talked about art, and watched as lightning lit up the sky. That night, Kes and I also had the pleasure of running home under our first Florentine rainstorm.
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