Taking our comfort at the White Boar
- david
- Dec 21, 2017
- 1 min read
Not all who wander are lost.
Our second night in Florence we wandered the streets southeast of the Duomo looking for the river Arno. The ‘larger’ streets full of commuters walking home on the narrow sidewalks, having to step around each other and into the one way streets with the buses and trucks - watching for the rear view mirrors whizzing by at head level. The smaller streets emptier, older, and with down market more mundane shops - bicycle repair, knives and hardware. The Arno, once found, had Christmas lights reflecting in its cold, dark waters.
But we had a destination - La Oesteria Cinchghiale Bianco or ‘The Pub of the White Boar’. Recommended on fb and for good reason.
The table bread alone is good enough to write home about - light as a cloud. We started with a side of grilled zucchini and eggplant. I had the traditional Tuscan Ribollato - a white bean and spinach stew over hunks of day old bread - comfort food at a whole new level. Jess started with an onion flan with truffle shavings. What?! That’s right, a savory, rich, melting flan with truffles you could see and taste. Willa Marie had wide noodles with a meat sauce of boar and I had a boar stew with black olives over polenta.
“Best tiramisu ever!” - Willa Marie
“Shouldn’t have had that espresso, was up way too late.” - David
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