Ristorante “Da Remo” ad Alberese (GR)
(Article starts from HERE, Part 1) Having said that about the eventual overcrowding, I must remind you that it’s open every evening (and only evening in winter) only for Sunday lunch, instead closed for lunch and dinner on Wednesday, except for the tourist months of July and August … are however these timetables are…approximate?…
…because they are also people who like to do everything as I do, A Modo Mio, “my way” … they say that the reservation is appreciated, I’d say it’s mandatory, however, they’re very kind and sometimes I happened to be holed out in half an hour between a reservation and the other (timing I have observed, as they were able to serve me what I desire so much in so little time, I also was fully satisfied in such “emergency” time).
If you go in the evening during the summer, go early, before sunset, and get to a table outside, so you can enjoy the light from pink to light blue when the sun goes down and perfumes of the fields explode at the first hint of refreshing…
If you close your eyes the silhouette of the cowboy on the horizon could take the contours of Buffalo Bill and the clatter of the train behind you become mixed with whistles and puffs of steam … ah, crucial, a family-size bottle of mosquito repellent, we are also always in Maremma! (although not as at the Orbetello’s Fishermen restaurant, see my article about it, where you have to use the bottle as a cudgel to get ahead in the clouds of mosquitoes …).
Well, the restaurant Da Remo can be found in Via Provinciale 59, numero 137, a Grosseto, practically on the road from the Aurelia highway, that passing through the hamlet of Rispescia leads to Alberese and then to Marina di Alberese, they answer, “almost always” to phone +39 0564 40 50 14 .
The train, slow and even short, is finally passed… a tinkling bells accompanies the rise of the bars… the world that seemed crystallized in the sun resumes, lazily moving, as well as sluggish starts to turn the twin-cylinder Dyane engine… you go to the sea…
I’ll dump my canisters of Dash soap full of toy soldiers and all the toys for the beac… there was still a big square where the blue Rama’s buses turned about, closer to the sea there was a low restaurant with a roof of reeds and a row of old wooden cabins painted in “bottle green”…
In 2000’s just a few ruins of foundations remain 50 meters into the sea and the square of the buses is a stump of asphalt that goes down in a cliff on the beach… due to erosion…
But the sun is the same, the mixed scents of pine and wild Mediterranean herbs is the same, suffocating, and the singing of the cicadas is the same, deafening… and superb…
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