Hop, plop and hupsakee

I’m typing this after the most hungover night in ages (spending the whole night with sleep-in rollers which contributed quite a bit, I can tell you) where the alarm clock rang at 05:30 and 15:00 . Shower in, grab my stuff and off to the airport. These days, a tour d’amour is on the agenda in Milan.

It’s 19 degrees and clear there, and our favorite contacts are waiting for us. But before that happens, our easyJet (brrr) plane is already delayed by 40 minutes (brrr) and it seems like our airplane friends haven’t all taken the time for a morning shower.

So it’s time to look forward to what’s coming. Liesbeth has never been to Milan, and someone who loves good food and drink, guiding around Milan is a treat, so I’ve come up with a culinary program.

Mimmo

We’ll be at the hotel around lunch. Then we’ll take exactly seven minutes to unpack the bags, throw on something bare-legged and order a taxi to Mimmo. Milan has a lot of restaurants that are both hip and serve delicious food. Burrata, a little salmon on the side, and we’ll be happy.

Traditionally

Since we’ve already been hip this afternoon, I’m opting for tradition tonight. A restaurant run by brothers (I’m already sold) where I can calmly enjoy three courses even when I’m alone in Milan. The thinnest and crispiest focaccia comes to the table, their ossobuco is so light that even fashion girls lick their plates clean, and the waiters applaud with every order you place. Ben deciso, cara. Ben deciso.

Tomorrow morning, I have coffee with my friend from Tod’s in the agenda. She invited us ‘on their beautiful terrace’. That surely tastes like more, so I guess we’ll take a taxi towards Corso Como 10. That’s the concept store of one of the Sozzani sisters. One sister is the editor-in-chief of Vogue Italia, the other has this amazing store where you could go bankrupt in five minutes. In the courtyard, you can eat. And watch the best-dressed Milanese. We’ll then open our laptops and do some typing. And maybe there’s a drop in the glass.

The evening

The last evening brings me to a dilemma. Will it be good old Bagutta (you won’t find anything more traditional, but it’s also becoming a tourist spot), Paper Moon (where I last saw Janet Jackson), Da Giacomo which is very special for the view of the Duomo (and the Guggenheim-like staircase is very Instagrammable)) or do we choose something I’ve never been to either? Il Salumaio, for example?

I’ll let you know. Everything.