We rolled into Torino this afternoon and can you imagine our good luck? The original Eataly is right across the street. Hello!! We dropped our bags (and the kitty) in the hotel and made a beeline to The Mothership: the original mack daddy Eataly. We were at the far end of lunchtime, full into the danger zone, so lingering in the hotel wasn't an option.
Holy cow. We got as far as the fish restaurant counter and that was good enough for us. The fish market behind us had swordfish, 10 kinds of European oysters and a bunch of ugly looking fish that I bet taste divine. (Note the small chunk of styrofoam on the tip of the swordfish's sword.)
I don't know what goes on in the uber-caldo Eataly in New York, but the beauty of this one is the food that imported. I know, it's an oxymoron, but I don't care. We made a snap decision. Let's eat dinner in the hotel room. There were far too many treats available, and after months of nothing but Umbrian goodness it was time to branch out. So we went foraging in Eataly for dinner. Now we are savoring French foie gras that comes in these nifty little egg shaped portions so you can always have a foie gras snack. Real English Stilton. Oh my, have I missed Stilton. Some other French cheeses, that I don't know the name of, I think we ate the labels. And real bread...crusty, chewy, dense. Incredible.