The Metropole has a very sophisticated restaurant - in 2005 it even earned itself a Michelin star. We didn't really want to eat there, so I asked the concierge at the hotel, who recommended a restaurant within walking distance, down a couple of alleys. It was amazing to walk around in Venice, as there were all these tiny alleys between ancient buildings, where I was ready for villains to come out and try to mug us, but we just ran into ordinary citizens and I realised that this was where everyone walked, as there was nowhere else. At least, nowhere dry. Because of the time of year, it was also very quiet.
The restaurant was perfect for us. We sat down and I scanned the menu, and realised I could see nothing I thought the kids would like. When the waitress (who I think was actually the owner) came to see us, I said I needed some help with the menu. She immediately turned to Niamh and Oskar, and in accented but perfectly good English said, "pasta, yes, with some rich tomato sauce?" The kids nodded happily and breathed a sigh of relief. Then paper and colouring pencils were brought out while we waited. I had something grown-up and very tasty accompanied by an extremely nice glass of red Italian wine, and we followed up with the usual impressive desserts Italians are expert at.
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