The food itself was simple, basic food...kind of like food used to be. Like my mother used to make. Honest, simple and unpretentious. Pizza that was light, delicately layered with the perfect amount of toppings. The Tiramisu hardly had to try at all.
Back to the "experience" of Italian food…Italians are proud. They are proud of their families, their culture and their country. They know why people flock to their homeland, and they are excited to share the complete experience with you. We found this wherever we travelled in Italy.
A great example of this "experience" was the B&B we stayed at in Florence. Katti House B&B was one of two hotels that were family owned and managed. In addition, they owned an adjoining restaurant, (also Katti House), named after their daughter, Katarina. Katarina, along with her father and mother Maria, ran the restaurant and B&B from morning to midnight, 7 days a week. From fresh pasta daily, to homemade desserts, Katti House was packed with customers every night we were there. Katarina scurrying around waiting on customers, and Maria waltzing between tables, making sure everyone was happy. It was clear why people were waiting in line every night.
In the end, we began to get an understanding of what Italian food was really about. It came from hard work, loving care and pride...Italian style. Grazie mille Maria!