Dinner On Our Hotel Balcony, Amalfi

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Jun 18, 2014

The evening after you get back from Ravello, and your cab driver has just ripped you off to the tune of 20 euros, you will not feel much like spending more money on a lavish dinner. Besides, your lunch was lovely and late, and you aren’t particularly hungry.

On that evening, is it perfectly acceptable to pick up a sandwich in town that is roughly the size of a longshoreman’s forearm and take it back to your hotel room. It will have prosciutto and fresh mozzarella and tomatoes, and bread so crusty it will wreak havoc on the roof of your mouth, but you won’t care.


Because this will be your table.


And this will be your view.


And you will sit there and listen to the sea and smell the citrus from the groves below and realize that there is no better place to have dinner on that night, and maybe any other.

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  • Janet T

    Perfect post- lovely sentiment and I’m now hungry for that exact sandwich

  • My husband and I did the same thing when we were in St. Martin, relaxing on our balcony with a baguette, cheese, and of course some wine 🙂 One of my favorite meals there!

  • Gorgeous view! Missing Italy hard.

  • perfect! I love the baguettes in Europe. We did the same thing is Ibiza, just got some Baguette, cold meats, cheese and sat watching the sunset

  • People here never believe me when I say that sandwiches are, food wise, one of the things I miss the most about Italy.

    Also, they think that when a sandwich has less than,like, 15 ingredients, it can’t be that special.

    So yeah, I’m very jealous of you right now.

  • I loved Amalfi when I went. I wish I could have spent more time when I was there.

  • Tina

    This is exactly what we did in Positano. Actually in Montepertuso above Positano before starting on an unexpectedly long hike. One of those spur-of-the-moment things that turned out somewhat painful but made for a lasting memory, including the troupe of well-equipped German hikers. When I asked one of the women how much further, she looked down at my walking sandals and said: “In diesen Sandaelchen?”, which translates into “In those little sandals?” I still quote this all the time. 🙂 Your Italy posts have brought back wonderful memories, and as always, I love your honesty, including when you got crabby because you were hot and tired. So true-to-life. Thanks for your wonderful blog.

  • Oh my gosh, that is an amazing place! So jealous!

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