MILANESE CULINAIRY ROUTE

The alarm went off at 05:30 am so I am typing this after the most strung out night since ages (I must admit that sleeping with rollers did add some anxiety). After a hop into the shower, I’ll hop out again straight into my suit and be off to the airport. For the coming days I have a tour d’amour scheduled in Milan.

It promises to be a clear day, 19 degrees Celsius and our favorite contacts will be waiting for us. But until then, it seems our Easyjet flight is already delayed 40 minutes (brrr) and apparently our flight crew friends did not take any time to have a shower this morning.

So right now would be a good time to focus on and look forward to what’s to come. Liesbeth has never, ever, been to Milan before, as she’s someone who enjoys eating and drinking, touring Milan is bound to be a bash and I’ve come up with an exciting culinary program.

Mimmo

We arrive at the hotel around lunchtime. We take exactly seven minutes to unpack our bags, shoot on something that shows our legs and order a cab to take us to Mimmo. Milan has many hip restaurants that serve good food, Burrata, throw in some salmon and we’ll be happy as a clam.

Traditional

We’ve already been hip this afternoon so I’ve chosen to go tradish this evening. This restaurant, run by two brothers (this won me over right away) where, even if I’m on my own in Milan, I can enjoy a three-course meal. The thinnest and crispiest focaccia ever, is brought to our table, the ossobuco, so light even fashion girls end up licking their plates and waiters applauding at every order you place; Ben deciso, cara. Ben deciso.

On my schedule for tomorrow I have coffee planned with my friends from Tod’s. They asked us to join them on their beautiful terrace. This left us begging for more so I took a long shot and asked the cab to drive us to Corso Como 10. It’s a concept store and belongs to the Sozzani sisters. One sister is editor in chief for the Italian Vogue and the other has this terrific store that can get you bankrupt in five minutes. The courtyard holds a restaurant. You can eat and observe the best dressed Milanese in one take. We flip open our laptops and start a typing. And, yes, there may be a drop of something in our glass.

The evening

The last night is a bit of a dilemma. Will it be good ol’ Bagutta (as traditional as it gets but is becoming a bit of tourist hotspot lately), Paper Moon (last time I was there I saw Janet Jackson), Da Giacomo with a great views of the Duomo and really special (their Guggenheimish stairs are very Instagrammable) or do we pick a place I’ve never been to, like Il Salumaio for example?

I’ll let you know. Yep, everything.