My in-laws, people on the availability and courtesy really rare, live in a small town in the province of Lecce, and obviously enjoying the hospitality reserved for a few days holiday in puciarmi beautiful waters of the Salento coast. I'll take spunto da ciò per raccontarvi come funzionano davvero (?) alcune differenze fra buona parte del nord Italia e buona parte del Sud Italia. Il mare e le spiagge. Liguria, paese in provincia di Genova, stabilimento balneare nella media, ingresso spiaggia e lettino, 11 - 12 Euro a cranio. Litorale salentino, stabilimento balneare nella media, ingresso spiaggia e lettino, 3 - 5 Euro a cranio. E qui cominci seriamente a porti delle domande. In spiaggia in Liguria però a pranzo trovi anche la cernia alla brace, sul litorale leccese direi di no, ma si stanno organizzando. Con tradizionale calma. Veniamo alle note davvero dolenti: fai il bagno nel mare del Salento, esci e sei pulito come quando sei entrato, fai il bagno nelle Ligurian waters of that country (note: far be it from me to say that all of the Ligurian Sea is so, such as the Cinque Terre area boasts of pure water), and when you go six anointed as a trophic pesto ...
Coffee and surrounding areas. E 'a religion, in Salento coffee is good practice everywhere, even try it on ice with the addition of almond milk ... In Milan, the coffee is good only on rare occasions, but it is often cold and / or watered down and / or bitter due to poor roasting, or simply due to lousy bartender to offer, thrown to the sewer rats Naviglio (preferably, better than the crocodiles, but they are more difficult to find). Cost? There are between 55 and 70 cents, in most cases the price is still 60 cents, often accompanied by glass of water in order. Up here from 80 cents. There, croissants, brioche, and pasticciotti (delicious baked pastry filled with cream), often fragrant and fresh, seldom frozen, and even when you know it well. Up here, in 90% of cases, frozen, mushy, boiled together in the morning, and if one wishes to croissant as a snack, because now his business is made of rubber. The mass production model cornet searches you threatened by cabinet next to the bar, with that unhealthy, sometimes masked by two or three tons of powdered sugar (obrobrio!) in grado di donare un pittoresco aspetto simil-forfora... Talvolta qui al bar si arriva sino alla brutale brioche "da supermercato", a lunga conservazione e imbustata in improbabili sacchettini colorati che ne decantano l'impossibile delizia, o comunque tentano di illudere il consumatore, o meglio, la vittima, che il sapore e la consistenza di tali leccornie siano differenti da quelle dell'imbottitura di un divano. Costi? A Milano si viaggia verso il doppio...
Ristoranti. Beh, a Milano (e pure in Liguria, visto che ne ho parlato in precedenza), sapendosi muovere, si mangia davvero bene. Nel Salento pure, meno varietà, meno proposte, meno genialità, però con la simpatica differenza che i prezzi sono drasticamente inferiori. Particolari golosità: qui abbiamo il panettone (quello rigorosamente fatto dal pasticcere, altro che robaccia industriale), delizia imperdibile, là hanno i già citati pasticciotti. Qui abbiamo le focacce, la coppa e il pane e salame, là hanno i calzoni, che da noi si chiamerebbero panzerotti, e a Milano giusto un paio di posti li propongono a dovere, fra cui il celeberrimo Panificio Luini, che leggenda narra di DNA pugliese, e che peraltro li fa pagare oltre il triplo rispetto al costo medio nella provincia di Lecce. Non vince una tradizione gastronomica sull'altra, in entrambe le realtà capiterà di osservare vetrine colme di prelibatezze con la medesima espressione sovraeccitata con cui in genere a dog admiring a leg of pork.
Hospitality. We must fight. In the sense that it took me three years to convince my mother-in-law that when I say "no thanks of pasta I've eaten far too much ," the meaning of this phrase is not exactly " fill me want to eat the dish until die. " But the implacable mother Salento will inevitably assail repeating the point of exhaustion " eat! Eat! Eat! . Either you or she must resist until victory. They are awesome. Go find a friend, and nothing materializes, at a speed that not even the transporter 's Enterprise , a tray of pastries. Fresh course. But how do they do?? And to help convince you: you eat the candy at the end just to stop the chant of " eat! Drink! Take it! Taste! . If the same day a couple of steps away from relatives and a couple of acquaintances, minimum risk diabetes and excitement from caffeine. Then he says, and put down a bit 'hard-nosed, and you find yourself saying things like " feel, I am from Milan, and are used to the fact that if I want a shit about coffee, or a stuffed roast, or take her sister to bed, I ask you! "Yes, because it works in Milan ... That is, if waiting for someone, maybe even worry about buying a half a bottle of Coca Cola and four pastries fruit, but if you happen to his friend in the house by sheer coincidence (which is in Milan is impossible when you see someone, he gives notice at least three days before), the invitation to eat something will sound something like this: oh, there is the fridge, but it is almost empty, there is water, or maybe some orange juice, but I guess it is open for too long ... "They do not have drugs, Hospitality is a superfine, pamper you with all his might. Available, friendly, do not let you move a finger, the guest is sacred. Financo killed him with blows of butter, delicious white death ...
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