The rad phenomenon of Italian aperitivi, & a lady dance party on the beach
Let's say you stop off in a hilltop town piazza for an aperitivo. Just a round of drinks and a snack.
|The piazza in Sirolo, an awesome hilltop town up from Marcelli beach, near Ancona. (Yes, that is an inflatable sofa.)|
Because they bring out a complimentary platter of like 10 different hors d'oeuvres without you even asking.
|Sirolo, where two glasses of Prosecco come with this enormous spread of snacks.|
Same goes if you order an Aperol Spritz or something like that.
Or if you don't even order it yourself. And thus begins the story of...
THE TIME TRACIE AND ANNE HAD A LADY DANCE PARTY ON THE BEACH AND LEARNED ABOUT APERITIVI THANKS TO THESE OTHER COOL ITALIAN LADIES
by Tracie Broom
Part I: THE BEACH
The first time I encountered aperitivi was a very wonderful experience.
Our crew of grownups and children went for the afternoon to the Acquamarina beach club in Marcelli, on the Adriatic coast near the Monte Conero. (That's it in the distance, there.)
Acquamarina is realllllly nice. If you're trying to choose a beach to hit in the Ancona area and you like food and wine, choose this one, in Marcelli, near Numana. Our friend Amy Wadman chose it. She is a genius and runs a great tour company called DiVino Tours.
Anyway, back to the aperitivo story. We had all just had an enormous lunch at the restaurant there.
|Linguine with telline, a super tiny kind of clam that is a flavor bomb.|
|Fritto. Shrimp, calamari, little fishes, zucchini. Mwah.|
|Limone alla vodka. That's lemon sorbet with vodka, y'all. It's a thing.|
|Do I like dining by the sea? Yes. Yes I do.|
After a huge lunch and a nap on a beach chair...
It was time for a coffee.
Part II: THE BEACH PARTY
I think I had just won the favor of the ladies working the beach bar by ordering (at my friend Peldi's suggestion) a caffe corretto, which is an espresso with a little shot of liquor dumped in it.
(As opposed to a macchiato caldo with a side of Amaro Montenegro [served in a cute Averna glass that I kinda wanted to steal, below], which I had very much enjoyed while standing at the counter at the Oasi beach club in Porto Recanati the week prior.)
They seemed really impressed with the fact that I asked for my coffee to be corrected with grappa, a super volatile spirit made from grapes that only old men and food snobs tend to drink.
Liquor brings people together!
There had been a break in the rush of topless children ordering gelato pops from the big yellow and blue freezer out on the wooden deck.
They entertained themselves during other slow periods, btw, by throwing little cocktail shakers full of cold water on the naked torsos of teenage gentlemen who would swing through in packs to get sodas between rounds of beach volleyball. Pretty funny.
After I had my caffe corretto at the counter, the super cool ladies (far left and far right, below), nabbed me and The Shop Tart as we were waiting for the restroom and said they wanted to buy us a drink.
It was about to become a beach party.
They turned on the top 40 dance jams and whipped up a round of Aperol Spritzes for the four of us.
They insisted that the four of us needed to pose behind the counter of the beach bar for a photo with our cocktails.
The one on the left is of Cuban descent, and her grandfather lives in Miami. She is also a flippin' awesome dancer.