“It was a dark and stormy night…”
These seven words, joined at the hip, form an often mocked and parodied phrase quilled by English novelist Edward Buwler-Lytton in the opening sentence of his 1830 novel Paul Clifford.
Literary criticism aside, Buwler-Lytton’s narrative just happens to set the stage perfectly for what I’m about to transcribe.
With my umbrella at the ready, the skies above a foreboding preamble of what’s to come, I join up with the intrepid “band of merry media” — special guests of Insight Vacations on its abbreviated Country Roads of Italy journey — for a dark and stormy night of wine tasting and regional food in the piccolo borgo (little hamlet) of Scorgiano overlooking the Val d’Elsa in the Bel Paese‘s Tuscany region.
It is here, in the heart of Chianti wine country, that our Insight motor coach comes to a full stop.
We dismount and head inside the renovated scuderie (stables) of a 17th century villa on the grounds of the Tenuta Bichi Borghesi (TBB) estate.
Welcomed by our gracious host, Niccolò Simonelli, we get down to serious business straight away underneath the barreled stable ceilings, where horses and farm equipment once stood.
Around crunchy bruschetta drizzled with delicious extra virgin olive oil, and locally made salami and cheeses, the vintner/general manager describes in detail the estate’s trio of superb wines, all grown in his vineyards and blended and aged on site.
As each label is announced, eager attendants appear and pour generous portions of the grape into each of our glasses.
Coppiole Riserva DOCG. Swirl. Smell. Sip.
Bonico IGT. Swirl. Smell. Sip.
Chianti Colli Senesi DOCG. Swirl. Smell. Sip.
Two hours later and way too much wine consumed, but thoroughly enjoyed, we thank Niccolò and staff for their hospitality, exit the scuderie, passing well-lit glass cases along the way spotlighting bottles of long-ago vintages, and step out into the rain.
Our dark and stormy night of epicurean delight continues as we make our way on foot through the hamlet, clutching at umbrellas struggling to stay open against the windy downpour, and make our way to the launching pad.
It’s Ristorante L’Astronave, or Spaceship Restaurant, a former disco turned eatery, where the locals come for authentic, regional dishes. Nothing more, nothing less.
Nary the look of either the Kennedy Space Center or NASA’s mission control, L’Astronave is a simple, straightforward, family run trattoria. Mamma’s the chef, son Marco’s the headwaiter, and a younger brother and his English fiancé bring up the rear. To be frank, the ambience is bare bones, but the kitchen’s why we’re here.
Already about half tossed from the wine tasting over at TBB — we are the working press and we are the “band of merry media” — we our places at one very long table, covered in lily-white tablecloths and accented by candlelight, that runs the length of the restaurant.
We’ve been promised authentic, down-home Tuscan cooking by Belinda, Insight’s tour director/concierge/storyteller, and, by golly, we’re going to have it!
Bottles of local red and white jump-start our dinner party, as Marco, brother and fiancé begin the parade of our five, count ’em, FIVE-course meal.
Gigantic trays of antipasti arrive filled with cold cuts, cheeses and olive Ascolani — minced meat-stuffed olives Ascoli Piceno style, battered and quickly deep-fried.
Our primo (first course) is a bis (two) of pasta: risotto and the Tuscan classic, pici (thick, hand-rolled strands) in a white pork ragù.
Next, a mixed-grill main course of pork chops, sausages, chicken and Tagliata Toscana (thin cuts of Tuscan beef cooked rare over an open fire), complimented with roasted new potatoes and market-fresh baby greens.
At this stage of our version of La Grande Abbuffata (The Big Feast) — the Franco-Italiano flick about four BFFs who gather at a country villa and gorge themselves into oblivion — a short pausa (break) is needed to allow the wait staff time to clear the table of spent dishes and prep for i dolci (desserts).
Why don’t we take five, too, and see how some members of the “band of merry media” are holding up.
The best part of la cena (dinner) arrives, desserts in the form of the classic Torta della Nonna (Grandmother’s cake) and cantucci (or biscotti, twice-baked cookies) served with vin santo (sweet wine). Sorry, but by now, like most of my table mates, I’m 1.5 sheets to the wind, but quite happy, and I just forgot to keep the camera rolling; therefore, no sweet shots.
And we close the book on this rather long feedbag with cups of strong espresso all around.
Bellies full and heads slightly a buzz — no surprise there — we pub crawl our way out of Ristorante L’Astronave, through the still “dark and stormy night,” clamor aboard the motor coach, and head for our temporary abode, Borgo San Luigi, the sprawling Tuscan villa-estate, just over the hill and around the bend.
On the way, Belinda gives out tomorrow’s marching orders: Luggage packed and standing outside your doors no later than 7 a.m. as we MUST depart for the Ferrari Museum in Maranello by 8 o’clock sharp.
YES, DRILL SERGEANT! someone anonymously yells out from the back of the coach.
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See you tomorrow inside the Ferrari Museum where we’ll kick the tires on a few redheads.
©The Palladian Traveler
I’ve never heard it called “half tossed” before, but I hope there’s someone around to roll you all out to the bus in the morning. 🙂 Sounds like a dark and stormy delight.
Janet — Half tossed, not fully, just half way. It was quite a day: San Gimignano, wine tasting at a 17th century estate and capped by that feast. Can’t get any better than that, or can it? Hm.
We’ll see tomorrow. 🙂
In Ireland, we say “half cut”…what a fun way to spend a day in beautiful Val d’Elsa! Brilliant. Orna
Orna — I was definitely half cut and working my way towards the Full Monty, but dinner ended and off we went. Saved by the bell, so to speak. Buona Domenica!
Then “half cut,” I was!
Hi Tom ! Been thinking of you lately and wishing I was dreaming of beautiful Italy. Finally had a morning to read a bit, as I’m behind on my posts. I love your wine images – so very artistic. I can see them on the wall of a restaurant. Happy holidays!
Emily — Nice 2 hear from you. I’ve sorta slipped off the active commenting list, too. I’ll be back checking on your daily photo blogs soon. Promise!
I hear you Tom – Posting and commenting takes a lot of time. It’s great to see all is well with you and have a wonderful holiday season.
I feel the joy and wonder of your trip: new places, new friends, and scrumptious cuisine.
Thanks very much, Sally. I hope to return for Phoneographic Mondays next week.