It didn't take me more than a day to realize I had found my Italian long-lost sister. Her name is Leti, Leti Gualinetti. Truly a name hard to forget, as it rhymes, of course, and because she one of my little miracles. She grew up in Biella, a small town in norther Italy, and home birth of the iconic Menabrea beer. I came with her this weekend, to get a full Gualinetti master class, and so we did.
After we arrived in Biella I spent Friday afternoon, with Leti's mom, Cris. Bare in mind, I barely spoke a word of Italian, and Cris didn't speak a word of English, Spanish or French. It might have been the sparkling rosé, but we made it work (We love Cris).
We had dinner in Biella's old town with some of her local friends in La Civetta. I had to get Vitello Tonnato to start and a Northern Italian classic, polenta with mushrooms and sausage. After dinner she ended up dragging me to a couple bars and a clubs, always with the best attitude of course, but mamma mia sono veramente vecchia.
The next morning, we woke up, had a slow morning, and ended up in Biella’s Parco Burcina, a 56 hectares wide Natural Reserve. The best time to come is during the spring, when all the trees and flowers are in their peak. We ended up in a cozy and hidden trattoria in the middle of park to have a well deserved Piedmontese traditional lunch.
The Piedmont region is famous for their variety of antipasti, however the items of this restaurant were one of a kind, from their famous 🧀 Polenta Concia, a butter, cheese, and polenta, practically resembling corn fondue.
🌰 Caramelized Chestnuts with butter (the stars of the show 🍫 and the Bonet, a cocoa and amaretto pudding/flan garnished with crushed hazelnuts
We ended the day with millions of rainbows, a win from Leti's volleyball team, and the end to one of my first months in Italy.
Have you ever had Menabre beer from Biella? Let me know in the comments below.