Assorted Pannes, Venice

Obviously I ate more than just these two pannes while in Venice for 3 days, but this is a pretty accurate summary of what I would eat midday between ripe piches for breakfast and mind-melting pastas and pizzas for dinner. I also eat gelato all day long, but that should be a whole other blog unto itself.

Running around for La Biennale di Venezia, food must be quick, and food must be sustaining. Once inside though, the food is awful and overpriced, so my only advice is to sneak inside sandwiches from nearby streets that are a fraction of the Euro and much tastier in freshness. Vegetarian options are plentiful alongside the cured meats. My cohort Young Elvis may think I am a voracious carnivore, but if the veggies are flavourful, I eat them all the same. Pictured top is a roasted veg panne with lots of eggplant just the way I like it, and below is prosciutto and young mozzarella from within the airport. Admittedly, I prefer the latter.

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