July 6, 2009
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Barolo

Barolo lives up to its billing, and its billing is considerable. Lovely town. High hill. Tried to find renowned restaurant located in fields. Fields were (obviously) at the bottom of the hill, basking in warmth and sun. So were we. But restaurant was not to be found, so we walked back up the hill and ate at a very pleasant spot near the post office. Polenta and mushrooms (chanterelles, I think, very tasty) followed by a beef braised in barolo (somewhat too lean for best effect, but the best parts were very fine). Dinner in camp: mushroom risotto and more terrific wine. Deluge provides amusement but only trifling dampness.

Barolo