Back in October of 2018, Bill and I visited Wiesbaden for the first time. Our purpose was to househunt. We stayed in Town Hotel Wiesbaden, a small hotel downtown, with our two dogs, so we tried several restaurants near the hotel. Little Italy Cucina Italiana was one of the restaurants we dined at, and you can read my write up of that experience here on this blog.
Today, we needed to visit our local military installation for some supplies. I needed some high-end make up and Bill needed to get my car set up for fueling. We stopped by AAFES first, and ended up having a very entertaining and longwinded chat with the customer service guy, who’s lived in Wiesbaden since 1974. He got my Mini Cooper squared away with a fuel ration card and told us all about the history of the military in the area at the same time. I probably would have enjoyed chatting with him all day, and he seemed willing, but we had more shopping to do. So once we had my makeup in hand, we headed for the commissary.
We bought some food staples, but discovered we forgot the Bisquik once we got home. There’s always something we miss! Sadly, it’s not as easy to rectify things in Wiesbaden, since there’s only one commissary as opposed to the four in the Stuttgart area. Nevertheless, I got us some cleaning supplies and junk food I’ve been craving and definitely shouldn’t be eating. Then we stopped by the Shoppette for some wine to help ring in the new year.
After we were finished shopping, it was about 2:00pm. We went to Wiesbaden, parked, and headed into the city center. Our journey took us past Little Italy Cucina Italiana. Neither Bill nor I really felt like hunting for a place to eat and it was clear the restaurant was not taking a pause. In we walked, and we were warmly greeted by a lovely waitress who spoke excellent English.
Last time we ate at Little Italy, we dined outside. This is possible in most weather, since they have installed heaters over the tables. Inside, the dining room is very tiny, as are the tables. We took a corner table that was situated very close to another table. Fortunately, it wasn’t busy.
I told Bill I was in the mood for a really beautiful lunch. Lo and behold, that’s what I got. As we listened to 80s era pop hits remade into smooth jazz, Bill and I ate our way through three dynamite courses. Feast your eyes…
Out front. I noticed the English speaking proprietor in the window. I remembered him from last time. He’s very friendly and good at suggesting things. The guy walking into the restaurant was memorable. He appeared to be waiting for a staff member and walked in as if he owned the place. He had on skinny jeans, walked with a confident swagger, and shook the proprietor’s hand as he caught his reflection in the mirror and fixed his hair.
This is about half of the dining room. It’s not the smallest restaurant I’ve ever been to, but it’s pretty small.
Obligatory shot of Bill.
We started with super fresh bread, olive oil with tomato paste, and San Pellegrino…
And excellent red wines by the glass.
The last time we visited, I was intrigued by a raw tuna and avocado appetizer. I didn’t order it the last time, since it was almost 20 euros and I figured it would be big. Bill and I split it this time. I’m glad we split it. It was delicious and super fresh, but a lot for one person. It was citrusy tuna with avocado bits, along with a tiny salad. Topped with a bread stick and garnished with pomegranate seeds that helped cut the saltiness, this was a lovely starter. At the end, I got just a hint of ginger.
My main dish was spaghetti sepia, basically dyed with squid ink, and served with creamy hummer (lobster) sauce and shrimp. I managed half, since I was saving room for dessert. This was a bit heavy, but satisfying. Next time, I’d have it without the starter.
Bill went with Osso Bucco, basically a veal pot roast served with a tomato and carrot sauce, and garnished with quince. Again, a bit heavy, but delicious. I don’t eat a lot of veal, but I did try this dish. If you like very tender, flavorful meat that falls off the bone, this is for you.
Our lunch was very leisurely and enjoyable. The staff wasn’t rushed, so the service was excellent and the food was delightful. It was interesting to people watch, too. This restaurant is located on a somewhat busy street that brings a lot of foot traffic. I noticed this restaurant is very popular with Italians, too. Always a good sign in an Italian restaurant in Germany!
I couldn’t resist having dessert. I gave some thought to having something off the regular menu, but our bald friend had a suggestion. He had “baba”, which was basically like a very decadent sponge cake soaked in rum, served with candied cherries, and topped with chocolate ganache. It wasn’t too large and came in two pieces, so it was perfect for sharing.
Yummy! The perfect end to a lovely meal.
Bill had an espresso, while I finished my Primitivo.
All told, we spent about 100 euros before the tip, which Bill paid for with a credit card. The proprietor asked us if we had his phone number. I’m sure he doesn’t mind guests like us, since we ate a lot and tipped well. And it was very obvious we were having a good time… I left there gushing, “What a fabulous meal!”
The proprietor wished us a happy new year, then told us next time we’re “boring”, to give him a call. I had to laugh, since our old veterinarian in Herrenberg made the same error. There must be something in German grammar that causes people to say “boring” when they mean “bored”. But hell, I don’t speak German worth a damn, so I can’t make too much fun. I just thought it was funny. I’ve been called a lot of things, but boring isn’t one of them.
We really like Little Italy and I think we’ll probably be regulars. The food is always good. The service is friendly and professional. And we’re always warmed welcomed by the man in charge. That makes it a winning destination… especially since they don’t seem to take an afternoon pause and we like to eat lunch late.
I got a couple of shots of the action at the ice skating rink. Looks like there will be quite a party in Wiesbaden tomorrow night!
Incidentally, I still haven’t finished yesterday’s Five Guys cheeseburger… I better start walking my dogs more before my ass gets its own zip code.