The Good, The Bad, and the Cookie

The allure and romance of Italy is completely lost on me. Granted, I'm there almost once a month for pure work so a certain level of jaded is to be expected. Also, I'm oddly not much of a foodie (barring obvious cookie obsession) and just don't get all that excited about local Italian food and the idiosyncratic distinctions from one boring town to the next. On a recent night out in Treviso, my Italian production partners took me to one of those local restaurants that are apparently "the best in the town, amoré!" but somehow always look like the lobby of a Howard Johnson's. This one did stand out for it's "meat truck" (let's save that for another blog) and a delicious trio of almond biscotti-style cookies served for dessert. Hard and crunchy but somehow light and easy, these little guys almost made me want to go back to this craphole.