The Wandering Foodie

A steady hum, a certain busyness, yet unhurriedness, pervades the Rue de France as I slip from the apartment out onto the street. Nice is a big city, the fifth largest in France, yet somehow it manages to feel like a small town. I have but one thought on my mind this evening – Food. I quickly scan the corner restaurants’ menus as I walk down the street looking for something to suit my appetite.

My eyes and feet find their way into La Trattoria. The wood panels and white table cloths seem almost too upscale for my casual dress this evening, but no one cares. As I order carbonara and wine, the chef makes pizza fresh next to me pounding the dough, sprinkling the sauce and placing the pie in the oven.

Located just a few miles across the sea and border from Italy, Nice has a large Italian cuisine presence. Indeed, one is treated to an Italian dining experience worthy of New York or even Italy itself. I am convinced of this when the pasta bowl arrives, a large heap of fresh, creamy deliciousness. The wine, Baron de Rothschild , a legendary wine maker, is very sweet and yet compliments it well. I do wonder at times, my tastebuds almost tipsy with the favors, if I can finish this meal despite my hunger. Never fear, the job is finished well in hand. But the true question – dessert? Yes, the ice cream, strawberry, I think. The waiter teases me slightly -“ you can say it in French, say it with me – Fraise!” He smiles, knowing this young American is anxious to fit it, to absorb the culture and learn a new language. Two scoops of Fraise, please.

In short, The Fraise gelato is delicious. Ironically, when at home in New York, I rarely eat dessert at dinner. But here, on vacation, here in the Riviera, dessert is not optional. The taste and experience is delightful, almost romantic. Something about traveling and vacation makes me appreciate meal time more. I am not hurried, I’m not thinking about work or answering emails. I’m not watching sports or the news on TV. The restaurant staff does not rush you and push the check in your face. It’s an experience that you can savor, relish and remember.

And the night is young yet…