Out of all the places we visited in Liguria, my favourite is Camogli. It started out with a bit of chaos: a long hike from the carpark to the centre of the town and a porchetteria that was supposedly open but remained closed in a way that could only happen in Italy. This, however, ended with some accidental street food finds that turned out to be one of the most memorable meals we ever had. With no sight of a porchetta panino, we had to search for food in a nearby piadineria. Unfortunately, the cashier gestured for us quite rudely to enter via the front door. Naturally, Roy’s father would have none of that. This led us onto the path of a focacceria where the owner was beyond friendly. There was still a tray of onion and classic focaccia left which we thought would be our only lunch. We were ready to leave on a uphill slope to the carpark when, with some luck, we saw a Swiss couple having fritto misto at La Mancina. Stuffed with mostly bread, we ordered cold anchovies and a paper cone of fritto calamari. It was all proper street food—just the way Roy’s father likes it.