January 14, 2009

A Meal in Venice, 1978

I wanted to comment on Andrew’s recent post—a Dear Clusterflock that posed the question “Where/what was the best meal you have ever had?”—but had to gather some information first. And the story I want to tell is one of a meal I never had. My friends Rick and Teel Sale (poet, artist; writers; world travelers, and two of the most compassionate and insatiably curious people I have known) told me this story. I’m sure I will leave some of it out and perhaps get some details wrong, but here it is.

They were in Venice in 1978 and decided to walk about one late afternoon to find a place to eat dinner. They had heard tales of wonderful seafood to be had in Venice, but had so far found it all far too expensive in the restaurants they visited. They walked down narrow streets and found a small café/bar. Above it was an apartment balcony covered with night blooming flowers. They went in and saw that the place had only four tables and a bar. A boy sat playing chess with a sailor—beating him soundly by the looks of it—and another sailor sat drinking and reading a newspaper at the bar. The owner came out; he was a short but large man, balding, and he wore a rather soiled white apron. Teel asked him if he made a fish soup. The man paused, and then asked how long they could wait for it. Rick and Teel told him—as long as it took, they were in no hurry. Wine and bread was brought to the table and then the man emerged, apron-less, from the kitchen, carrying a large basket; he nodded at them and walked out.

The owner returned in about half an hour with a huge fish overlapping both sides of the basket, which also contained a mass of greens and several bags of clams and shrimp and other things. This he took to the kitchen, and soon the most wonderful smell wafted out to the diners. The owner’s sons (one of them the chess player) and wife all hovered at the kitchen door, cooing sounds of delight. After a while the owner came out with a great platter—the fish cooked whole on the greens—and a large bowl of freshly made fish stock. The kids followed him, all saying “Papa! Papa you did it! You made it!” He cut portions of the fish and put them in shallow bowls, then spooned the broth on. It was astonishingly good. And Rick and Teel’s portions had scarcely made a mark in the great fish’s bulk. Soon neighbors had trickled in, drawn by the aroma, and the owner served family and friends from the platter, pouring wine for all, adding broth to bowls, bringing more bread. He even brought out a bottle of brandy he had made himself and poured small glasses all around. Rick and Teel had a wonderful time, but had begun to worry a bit about the cost, which hadn’t been noted ahead of time, but when the owner brought the bill the amount came to six dollars. They said it occurred to them later that the place was probably more of a bar than a restaurant, set up for a usual fare of light meals. But something had inspired the owner on this night. I asked Rick and Teel if they thought the man’s soup was something he had made in the past, in another place, and perhaps the man thought they had heard of it and had sought him out specifically for that reason. But they didn’t know.

comments

  1. Dave Farris on January 14th, 2009 at 12:34 pm

    Wonderful story!

  2. Deron Bauman on January 14th, 2009 at 12:55 pm

    thank you.

  3. Cooper Renner on January 14th, 2009 at 1:21 pm

    Great story. Great serendipity for them.

  4. Cindy Scroggins on January 14th, 2009 at 1:24 pm

    I never tire of this. Rick and Teel’s stories are the best –they have truly lived. I swear, every time we see them, we’ll just be having a normal conversation and it will remind them of something remarkable that they’ve never mentioned to us before, and out pours this story that, for anyone else, would be the big story of a lifetime.

    Maybe Daryl and I should initiate an occasional series of Rick and Teel stories, in their honor. (And maybe include the story of the time the 4 of us almost got killed in Houston and had to go back to the hotel and drink a whole lot of Jack Daniels. That’s also a pretty good story, if a bit less flattering than the others.)

  5. Phil Bebbington on January 14th, 2009 at 1:28 pm

    Such a beautiful story. I have just woken from a sleep and it rather caught me by surprise.

  6. Mike Dresser on January 14th, 2009 at 4:16 pm

    That really is remarkable. Those moments that seem like they were, or should have been, so common in another time or another place; they are so elusive here and now, it seems. Beautiful story.

  7. Benn on January 15th, 2009 at 8:31 pm

    Wonderful story. I’m feeling inspired to cook something wonderful, yet simple this weekend!

  8. Mike on January 15th, 2009 at 10:58 pm

    The “Papa! Papa you did it! You made it!” quote totally makes the story for me. I wonder, as you do, why the family was so elated that he had made this amazing dish (which sounds like French bouillabaisse from the very brief description)?

    Further, I wonder if the place is still there…

  9. nicola on January 16th, 2009 at 2:26 am

    I live in Venice and now I’m dying to know where the place is.

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  12. Daryl Scroggins on January 16th, 2009 at 9:45 am

    nicola–I’ll ask Rick and Teel next week for more details about the exact location, so check back here.

    And thanks everybody for the kind words; I’ll pass them along to R & T.

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  15. Cat on January 20th, 2009 at 4:32 am

    sublime!

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  21. Rob on March 1st, 2009 at 12:58 pm

    Daryl,

    You describe and experience that enguaged all senses as well as expectation and curiousity about a different culture. It is not only an eating experience.

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