After a particularly gruelling day of pounding the pavement in Venice what better way to relax than find a 3 michelen star restaurant and relax over a glass, or a bottle, or two, of local vino. Well thats what I thought aswell...
So we arrived for our 7pm reservation a little early and decided we would indulge in an aperitif, or two. By the time we sat down to our starters we were feeling the effects of said aperitifs, however this didn't slow us down, and when the sommelier suggested we try a Sauvignon Blanc with our entree we agreed whole heartedly. Then our main meals arrived along with the very persistent sommelier who insisted that a nebbiolo would compliment our main meals perfectly, and we agreed. Who were we to disagree with an Italian sommelier?
So we ate and drank, and drank, and drank. It wasn't until Bergs refused her desert that I knew something was terribly wrong, and all of two minutes later she stood up and said "right, we're going now!" and off she tottered to pay the bill. As she was paying the bill the cashier eyed us suspicisouly, exactly how you would look at two sozzled foreigners. Poor Bergs, she tried to explain that our hotel was in San Marco square directly opposite the bell tower that rings on the hour, every hour and she was simply tired. The cashier politely declined her explanation and said "It was not the bell madam, it was the champagne".
