Thursday, August 24, 2017

Cheers...





No chairs…just a few stools. 

No tables…just a long wooden bar and some upturned wine barrels. 

Dozens of well-used, copper pots hang from the dark, wooden ceiling. 

Tour groups wander in…but don’t stay for even one glass. Locals stop at the same time each day…and the bartender never asks what they want. He just knows.


Warm and cozy, this original bacaro has been catering to the workers of the Rialto Market, tourists, and even supposedly Casanova since 1462. Like so many things in Venice, it’s not easy to find. Even with a map. It’s tucked in a


Cantina Do Mori, in Venice, gets my vote for a mid-morning glass of Prosecco and an afternoon glass of house red wine.

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