The Taste of Little Italy adventures continued on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon – balmy without being hot, breezy without even the slightest hint of a cloud in the sky. I couldn’t have dreamt up a more perfect day for stuffing my face, part 2.
After picking Erin up from Union Station, we headed towards Harbourfront for a light lunch and some lighter banter. Gradually, we made our way towards the festival, taking in the delightful smells and rambunctious sounds of thousands of Torontonians gathered together for the sole appreciation and enjoyment of all things Italian.
A vibrant selection of fresh strawberries.
The cutest lemonade stand, made cuter only by Erin.
Ohmagad! So good to see you, girl!!
Our double dates for the afternoon looking just darling.
The anticipation is palpable – take the picture so we can devour our Churros!
Life doesn’t get much better than mini ice-cream cones for a dollar. Which begs the question – what is Andy doing holding a fork?!
Dinnertime rolled around and it seemed like the right thing to do to finally sit down for a proper meal (after walking four laps of the entire festival), even though we were still digesting the various goodies sampled throughout the afternoon. Luckily, I had learned from the cheeseless, tomato-sauceless fiasco from two nights ago. This time, I came prepared to try a highly-rated Italian restaurant, meticulously chosen after hours of cross-referencing online reviews (pasta is no joke). The restaurant, Marinella, definitely lived up to its reputation; I enjoyed every bite of their delicious handmade pasta!
Cynthia’s penne alla vodka with prosciutto, mushroom, and vodka-infused tomato cream sauce!
Erin’s margherita pizza.
Andy (fellow possessor of excellent taste) and I both ordered the fettuccine alfredo with mushrooms, diced tomatoes (and sautéed chicken for Andy!)
Later, standing in line for Dolce Gelato (a tradition), I caught an anxious Erin glancing at her watch and wondering whether to ditch the gelato in favour of catching the train on time. “Trust me,” I whispered, “Once you taste the pistachio gelato, you will understand – this is all worth it.”
And it was.