Fabulous series on fabulous Italy. First visited by me in 1971 on honeymoon and our first experience of Italian cuisine still makes me laugh.
We stayed full board - who does that anymore - in a small hotel, apparently known for it's food. We had no idea about that, just going along with the travel agent's suggestion and, as we were totally clueless, every lunchtime when the waitress would ask "lasagne or soup" and we'd look at each other and go "soup", just perfect for the 90° heat outside!
We did redeem ourselves a bit by being brave one day and ordering lasagne but then spent the rest of our honeymoon kicking ourselves for missing out on all that divine grub. The divine Stanley sums up that divine grub so well.