I’m spending a few days in Lugano, a charming lakeside town in the Ticino Canton in southern Switzerland. People here speak Italian and eat Italian. Despite its Alpine backdrop, the climate is Mediterranean. This is Italy without Italians.
Food here is spectacular. Ingredients are fresh.
Preparation is simple. Pizza, pasta, and fish from Lake Lugano dominate the menus. I havent had a bad meal since I arrived.
My first evening here, I enjoyed a bowl of Ticinese vegetable soup at a little restaurant called the Ristorante Pizzeria Cantinone. It was so delicious I returned each night.
The second night I ate linguini al’aragosta, pasta with lobster. As if to keep me company, the foresome at the next table brought their well-behaved dachshund to the table.
Last night I dined on a simple grilled sole.
It’s hard to be disappointed at the table here. Mornings begin with a generous breakfast and a cappuccino.
One day I had an insalata di stagione and grilled perch:
Yesterday’s lunch was mussels and clams a la marinara, finished off with an affogato (espresso poured over a scoop of vanilla gelato).
This morning I’ll hop the train back through the St. Gotthard Tunnel to Zurich. Arrivederci, Lugano.