So. There’s nothing like a home cooked Italian meal…(especially if you can get someone else to make it for you.) If you are looking for authentic Italian cuisine, you have to make the trip from where ever you may find yourself on the planet to Cafe CaNole. This small business is a jewel in Central New York.
Owned by the Nole brothers, Dean and Jason, they offer True. Italian. Cuisine. If you’re looking for spaghetti and meatballs, you won’t find it here. Instead they offer the dishes from your Nonna’s table. In fact, I would venture as far as to say that if you don’t know what Rabine greens are, you haven’t eaten true Italian food. Yet.
Traditionally, Italian food (as the Italians know it,) is different than what we’ve come to expect here in the states.
This restaurant has found the perfect balance of upscale Italian food and good old-fashioned, peasant, comfort food. Served in an urban style of sparse class, the chalk board walls have the daily specials as well as the finest list of wines this side of Greve in Chianti.
Dean is a perfect host, both gracious and gregarious. He flits around the restaurant’s two kitchens overseeing the creations being wrought from scratch. Whether your preference is for savory or sweet, they have both. The menu for both lunch and dinner is presented on plates in the European style of contorno . This means that each part of the meal is celebrated for the work of art that it is. (Much like a “contour” in art, it completes, gives depth, and adds color. Here, is the added bonus of taste.) They use tiny sauce pans to serve their risotto and truffle potatoes, which allows you to appreciate and register the tastes of each separate component of the meal.
When you are seated, the ambience is both convivial and intimate. There is a screen showing old Frank Sinatra/Dean Martin movies and the tables are cozy, especially once the fresh baked bread arrives. The bread plates beckon for olive oil. Jugs of the best, buttery olive oil are the centerpiece of each table. When you are presented with the bread and cheese, pour some olive oil onto the plate, sprinkle it with the cheese and dip your bread. By the time your meal arrives, you will already be satiated, but keep on going…the salads are huge and fresh and beautiful. Findings like beets, gorgonzola cheese, apples, and tomatoes are like little gems hidden among the baby lettuces.
Whatever you order, you will be thrilled and filled. There is a relaxing atmosphere that invites you to linger over espresso and pastries. Be sure to look in their bakery case. Whatever you choose will be fantastic. They have a plethora of favorites coupled with creative and delicious delights. They also make wedding cakes, as well as everything from First Communion to birthday cakes. Their cookies are the kind that everyone’s Zia used to make, but no one ever wrote the recipe down.
Enjoy your meal. I’ve said before that “Buon cibo loda Dio.” (Good food praises God.) Here, that old Italian expression is a full on worship service.
…and when you go, tell them Cindy sent you.
“It’s all fun and games until you can’t order a cake.”
SAGE ADVICE FOR HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS-
What cake? What cake? They always ask. Don’t you know?
( In my other life, I teach the youth of America. High School. Seniors. Yup.)
Back to the cake…I tell them this every year on the first day of school. It’s vague and catchy all at once. Immediately, they are intrigued. What cake? They want to know…
The Graduation Cake, of course.
I tell them, every year, that when the guidance counselor calls to break the unhappy news, the first words out of the mother’s mouth is always, “but I ordered the cake!”
They laugh, of course, because that’s the normal reaction of teenagers…laugh heartily at their moms. Yet, I repeat it through the year. They don’t always believe it.
Until. Their mother gets That Call.
So I am here today to remind you, one and all, don’t break your mother’s heart. Do your work and graduate. Your parents want you to get a good education so that you can get a good job. You’ll have to pay for their nursing home and they’ll want a good one.
At the time when Alexander the Great had conquered the kingdoms of Egypt, Macedonia, Greece and Persia, cultural diffusion was at a high point. ( I’m telling you this for a reason, really.) In ancient Egypt, it was believed that cats were some kind of demi-gods. They were revered and held an esteemed place in society. The legend is they have never forgotten this status. It explains a lot about their attitudes….perhaps there was some cultural interaction between the cats of Egypt and the cats in Rome, yes?
In Rome, there are cats everywhere. One must make their peace with it because they are staying. There is an old Roman saying that says that those who do not like cats in this life will come back as a mouse in the next.
Consider yourself warned.
Another interesting fact is that the cats in Rome, (especially in the Forum, Palatine Hill and the Colosseum) are protected landmarks. Part of the story is that they are considered the posterity of the cats who would have woven themselves around the legs of perhaps Caesar himself. Can you imagine them perched on the lap of Marcus Aurelius? They. Are. Sacred. It’s against the law to harm them. They are feral cats that pretty much have run of the city, as you’ll see. You can make it into a game to count how many cats you see each day.
One popular souvenir is to purchase the annual calendar, “Il Gatti di Roma.” It includes hilarious, borderline blasphemous pictures of unimpressed cats lounging on the Spanish Steps, licking themselves under the Arch of Constantine, or scratching away on someone’s Vespa. They’re naughty. You can find these calendars in just about any kitschy souvenir shop or book store. Take pictures of all the ones you see and make a montage of them for your home as a remembrance of your trip.
The cats are a huge part of the culture in Rome. I never get tired of spotting one sitting where humans are most definitely not allowed. In the Piazza Torre Argentina, there is actually a Cat Sanctuary. You can sit on the railings with the clear plexi-glass and look down into the sanctuary and see the cats. Some of them will walk right up the steps and demand attention. Others just act like cats and ignore you, as well as your camera. This is one of those cool things that you can only do in Rome. It’s funny to see how this bustling city just accepts these cats. I should say it’s funny how these cats accept this bustling city and the humans it attracts.
There is another Italian proverb about cats….”Happy is the home with at least one cat.” Perhaps this is why Italians live “la dolce vita.”
Summer time treats are appreciated all around the world, especially when it’s hot and sticky out. Rome in July is not just hot, it’s HOT. The closeness of the buildings, the throngs of humanity, the lack of American air-conditioning, the traffic and the smoke are just some of the things that make it Hot in La Citta Eterna. One way to refresh yourself is to go to any one of the little corner cafes and bars that you will see.
Italians don’t drink as much soda as Americans. They prefer their drinks less sweet, (and with less ice cubes.) One such drink is an Italian Iced Tea. Not to be confused with the alcohol laden Long Island Iced Tea, this drink is an entirely different animal.
The Italian Iced Tea is made with two ingredients. Unsweetened homemade iced tea and a scoop of lemon ice. The lemon ice is much like what you would find at a carnival with a snow cone kind of flavor.
The drink is served in a glass. A. Real. Glass. They put a scoop of the lemon ice into the glass and then pour iced tea into the glass until it’s about 2/3 filled. They will serve it to you on a silver tray. (Really. Even in simple local bars.) Usually, it is accompanied with a slightly salty and savory snack. (Nuts, small pieces of focaccia bread, or tiny crackers, for example.) The drink is served with a spoon in case you want to scoop the ice out and eat it first. It won’t be as cold as you would get here in the States, but it is a refreshing drink all the same.
This is one of the best parts of being in Italy. Ordering a drink like this gives you a chance to rest your aching feet and People Watch. There is no where else in the world that is more exciting to sit and Watch the World Go By. The fountains and the people and music and the booths are all there for you to enjoy. The view is like no other you will ever see. Breathe in the heat of Italy and carry it home with you!