Yup, that is snake skin décor. And it was all over the dining room. On the walls, in the ceiling panels, even on the wait stations. I tried to figure out how it all tied in, but gave up after the first few days.
Anyway, the next day was on to Venice. Now, for some reason, I didn’t take many pictures of food in Venice, though I remember scarfing down several gelatos. The one picture I can find of our trips is this one below. This was taken at the Art Blu Café in Venice. Pictured are my wife and our new friend Tom and the difference between ordering a small and a large beer in a café in Venice. As in Italy, Tom, not friggin Oktoberfest. We also all shared in the joy that is Italian pizza. It was OK. Nothing spectacular and I didn’t even get a picture. The crust was thin, just like I like it, but could have used more salt. The sauce was very fresh tasting, not overpowered with spices like we tend to do in the US. You could actually taste the sweetness of the fresh tomatoes. The cheese was perfectly melted, not so hot it would scald the roof of your mouth, but hot enough that it almost swallowed up the topping. Ah, the topping; ham. The ham was just that. Little bits of thinly sliced ham chopped up and topped on our perfectly sized Venetian pie. I also recall that the beer was cold, and the conversation was filled with laughter. We had just met our new cruising friends. We even switched our tables on the ship and ate with them for the remainder of our cruise.
Oh yeah, and huge jars of Nutella.
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