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Summer in East Dolomites, the Italian Mountains – What to See, Eat & Do

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Roy called this a father and son trip. A time for boys to be boys. They would scramble over impossibly craggy terrain, summit massive rocks with boyish glee and pick their way along narrow paths with steep drops on one side—all under my disapproving eye if I could help it. I never truly saw how alike Roy is to his father until this trip. The impatience on the road. The generous flood of sauce over every forkful. The calm assurance that glowed as pure positivity. If Roy’s mother and I had gone off shopping for the day, they would have raced a rented Harley Davidson through the winding mountain roads. We always ensured that one stayed behind of course, to watch over the mischief. 

LAGO DI BRAIES

If there was a place that could save us from the summer heat, it would be the Lago di Braies. We were exceptionally inept at the Dolomites. There was no air conditioning and no fan. The air was still, even at night in our Ortisei apartment. The La Bar restaurant just downstairs did serve Neapolitan pizza, which by Roy’s standards made the apartment almost perfect. And so, the lake came as a respite from the heat and so did the two-hour walk around it. People in swimsuits were jumping into the emerald glacial waters and we watched enviously, wishing we had thought to bring our own. Close to lunch, Roy’s father was eyeing the tempting hot dogs but we had other plans: Daniel and Manuel’s lake fish and seared tuna at Thara See Lounge. It was a 45-minute drive but in the grandeur of the Dolomites, it felt like nothing. And of course, for the promise of good food by a fishing lake. 



CORTINA D’AMPEZZO

Like many, we were curious about Cortina d’Ampezzo. The first time I heard about Cortina was from The Talented Mr Ripley with references to a ski getaway for a group of wealthy American vacationers. Naturally, I pictured an ultra sophisticated clientele: men and women in fur-trimmed coats sipping après-ski. Alas, reality did not quite match the dream. While it did have its fair share of boutiques, it seemed that the weather had turned unkind. The rain clouds rolled in after a whole morning and afternoon of pure sunshine. All of this happened so quickly and thankfully, we managed to have a gelato before it started pouring. In the end, Cortina felt less like a film set and more like a pretty town where we ran in the rain to our car, our scarves flying in the wind. 

RIFUGIO SCOIATTOLI

It did not take much convincing for us to take the cable car up to Cinque Torri. I was completely unprepared in my dress and sandals, imagining it would only be a simple drive. But as it so often happens in Italy, the road was closed with no prior notice, as some hikers informed us while inspecting the sign. It was either an expensive cable car ride or a sweltering hike up. “It’s very very steep,” he said discouragingly after casting doubtful glances at my outfit. So the cable car it was. The views of the five peaks were as breathtaking as Roy’s father had promised and when we got to the Rifugio Scoiattoli, we did not want to leave. We had a cream-filled bombolone earlier and had the good sense to come back for lunch. The mountain views through the glassed facade were spectacular and with them came even more spectacular plates of venison ragu and beetroot ravioli. I was in the mood for something regional and there it was: mountain ingredients with Italian sensibilities. Italy still manages to surprise every now and then. 


Summer in West Dolomites, the Italian Mountains – What to See, Eat & Do

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It was Roy’s father who first sold me the idea of the Dolomites in June. It would be a summer. The sky would be a startling blue with fluffs of piercing white clouds. There would be the most stunning mountains in the world and don’t forget the alpine meadows. But I love the Italy of the coast and the languid blues of the sea. The Northernmost point we had ever gone was Lake Como. You can imagine that it took much coaxing, much back and forth, for me to settle on the idea. I would have to acclimatise to the mountains of the North and inevitably, their rich cuisine. But Roy reminded me, “It will be an adventure. A very different Italy.” 

ALPE DI SIUSI

I have often heard that the food in the Dolomites is very different from the rest of Italy. It is entirely landlocked, sharing borders with Austria and Switzerland. Menus are in Italian, German and Ladin. In a way, it is a very un-Italian region with food that feels like a distant cousin of their neighbour Lombardy. Here, the alpine meadows shape the menu, as is the cuisine at Franz’s place Gostner Schwaige. Dora, who has been working here for decades, declares that he is the chef. She never allows anyone to over-order and with a reservation, she will seat you at the best table—right by the meadows. Franz’s dishes are his beautiful creations—a love letter to the Alpe—but it’s when Dora brings them to the table that they truly come alive, carried with pride and care. Carob-flour ravioli, folded in the shape of mezzelune half-moons, are dressed in tomatoes and pine pesto. Hay soup stewed in herbs and flowers. Goulash in red wine served with golden polenta. Then comes dessert, the hardest choice of all. While we manage to settle on scrambled pancakes and apple strudel, we could not decide between honey or cream. But of course, Dora has the best idea of all, “I’ll bring both!” While the charm of the Alpe di Siusi is the slow walk to everywhere and anywhere, the satisfyingly long lunches are what makes the walks worthwhile. 







SECEDA

If Michelangelo had hidden one last masterpiece in the Alps, it would be Seceda. The peaks rise like great sand dunes turned to stone, shaped over centuries by the hands of time. If it is a clear day (which usually is in summer), you can see the far-off mountains gleam under Carrara-white snow caps. Even after a few rounds on the trek, every view would feel new. By mid-day, hikers would be stretched out like silver hairpins on the sunbeds at Baita Sofie Hütte for their hour of alpine sun followed by a lunch of speck and eggs and local Alto Adige wines. With the sun high up in the sky, it is easy to savour the slow stretch of time at a rifugio, the world below all forgotten. 

ALBERGO STUA CATORES

It can be hard trying to find a restaurant here in this part of Italy. There are a million tourists and hardly any locals in sight. This is also hardly the place for the great Italian classics like tagliatelle al ragu or spaghetti alle vongole. But Stua Catores is exactly the kind of place that speaks to me: family-run, local cuisine and in the middle of nowhere. Decisions were made as quickly as the moment we walked in. They are known for their dumplings and pork knuckle, Mara told us, the daughter of owners Sigrid and Markus. Everything was no doubt wonderful and we were kept busy guessing the ingredients in the pork knuckle. In the end, Sigrid revealed one little detail but from the look in her eyes, there was clearly much more to it. Some things are meant to stay secret and the pork knuckle would remain a dish we would all travel for. 

Food & Travel Guide to Lake Como, Italy – What to See, Eat & Do

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Our first experience with the Italian lakes was a Lake Como painted in sepia tones by the blueless sky. We were driving more than an hour from Milan when the road opened out into mountains surrounding a cool lake shrouded in fog and autumn foliage. It was in the evening; the moonlight was turning into a sleepy haze. And as night fell, the towns lit up the lake like a string of diamonds. It was at this moment when Lake Como awoke as the bejewelled crown of Northern Italy. 

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VILLAS

The magic of Lake Como lies in its villas – Villa del Balbianello and Villa Monastero among others – surrounding the lake like flecks of sparkling jewels. They are emblematic of Lake Como’s opulent residents whose gardens are nothing short of spectacular. Every view is a picture made even more perfect by the varnished mahogany boats that glide from villa to town.

In the aperitivo hour (before the late Italian dinnertime), we are at Pasticceria Siciliana Vittoria for Sicilian pastries. It is here where we hide from the rain and enjoy the warmth of a sugar-dusted sfogliatelle and a cappuccino, listening to the incomprehensible conversations trickle by us as regulars come and go. 

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DA LUCIANO

While I love Italian food, Northern Italy always feels like a distant cousin to Mediterranean Italy. Perhaps it’s the Swiss influence. A little cream here and there. But Da Luciano feels very much like an Italian place. A butcher shop turned bar and cafe run by a family. In the macelleria, Luciano is preparing the meats and cheeses. His sons, Andrea and Alessandro, are serving small plates of sliced roast veal, meatballs and charcuterie to the tables where there are glasses of spritz and a view of the lake. There is no fixed menu so Andrea tells you the dishes available for the day. The meats are cured or lightly seasoned with olive oil. No complicated flavours, just simple ones. We find ourselves returning again and again to this little macelleria-cafe, mostly for another plate of veal drizzled with olive oil. 

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VILLA CARLOTTA

When the rain clouds have dispersed, the sun turns a light on in Lake Como. From the second floor of the Villa Carlotta, the alps are in full view, adding a touch of drama to the lake like the opera music at the Teatro alla Scala. Under the warmth of the autumn sun, we have lasagne and cannelloni at Menaggio. Having finished my cannelloni, I find it impossible to eat another bite so I tell Roy, “You have to take care of the bread.” As always, Roy responds with “My pleasure” and he scoops up the remaining sauce with the bread and eats it with nothing less than that. 

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L’ORA DELLA PASTA

I call L’Ora della Pasta the Italian fast pasta place. There are trays of pasta in all shapes and colours on display at the counter. You choose a pasta and the server scoops a sauce (tomato or pesto) over it in a paper plate. “All homemade,” the server makes it a point to say. I always say that a good plate of pasta does not have to be expensive. At least not in Italy. 

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VILLA D’ESTE

In Cernobbio, the beautiful Canova Bar resides in the Villa d’Este. Here, we defy the social etiquette of the bar by ordering a tea and blueberry juice instead of a cocktail. After all, being in Italy means breaking a few rules. And it was a really good blueberry juice, as the waiter assures me, “It’s the freshest you will ever taste.” But we didn’t come to the hotel for a juice; we are here because of the ambience. The grand view of the lake from the terrace. A walk around the breathtaking garden. 

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PANINI

My favourite sandwich is Italian. A panini. Only three ingredients. A ham, a cheese, a vegetable. Nothing excessive. A mayonnaise or a ketchup is forbidden. As we can’t tell the difference from a coppa to a pancetta, Alberto at Passion takes us through the tasting notes of his hams and cheeses. As he slices the ham to the beat of Japanese anime music, we sit and watch him assemble a minimal number of ingredients into something delicious. A panini is about making the ingredients shine, nothing more. 

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