With nothing planned one afternoon we took the ten minute drive back to Panzano (which seemed to have an inordinate amount of deliciousness for a village with all of four streets). We had spotted a small enoteca that was packed the night we went to Dario's so we felt a visit was in order. On such a nice day the restaurant had set up tables in the little square across the road, we took a look inside but opted for across the road, it was the best place to take a sit and watch Italian life lazily drift by. Two glasses of wine, a quick squizz of the menu and we were set.
A vitello tonnato had caught our eye (just sooo Italian) and soon arrived carried across the road by mamma. Thin slices of veal slathered with a rich tuna mayonnaise and dotted with a few fat juicy capers.
Next a tagliatelle with ragu, thick ribbons of pasta tossed with papas family recipe ragu and topped off with a touch of Parmesan. Real feel good food.
Then it happened, golden rays of sunshine broke though the clouds and small cherubs filttered and danced as angels heralded with trumpets the arrival of the mozzarella en carozza (mozzerella in a carriage), the plate was placed in front of us and we smiled, we took one bite and "WHAT THE HELL????" how had we not know about this amazing dish before it was incredible,
two slices of bread lightly dipped in egg and grated parmesan sandwiching fresh buffalo mozzarella, fried and sprinkled with a little more parmesan. Heaven. Gooey cheesy tasty tasty heaven.
As we sat back oh so content and sipped our wine in the warm afternoon Tuscan sun, we spotted Dario walking down the street, who in turn spotted us and recognising us from earlier that week shouted out a hearty greeting.
Have I said how much Italian life was getting under our skin yet??