Every once in a while you run into a real character. Today, I ran into Giosa. His bar is a tent on the side of a canal in Venice, close to the train terminal. We were looking for a drink before the bus came, and Giosa was more than happy to provide us with cold ones. I must say, the ability to have a beer on the street is one area in which Europe has got North American trumped.
Giosa also sells chips (mind the dust on the bag), candy, beer, Bacardi coolers and wine. You can buy wine by the glass, as long as you don't mind that your glass is actually a plastic cup. Giosa likes to play loud Italian music, and he knows the words, so sometimes he sings along.
In case you were wondering what type of fellow Giosa really is, let me give you an example:
He's also quite proud of his bar. So proud that he hung up a caldendar on his bar with a picture of his bar on it. Please note the bar is in the bottom right side of the photo.
And if you wondered to yourself, "Self, where do you think Giosa goes when he needs to urinate? His bar doesn't look big enough for a toliet, and he must work long hours. How does he get away when he needs to?"
Well, you can stop wondering. Giosa goes in the canal behind the stairs.
3 comments:
i love drinking beer on the street!
Yes, but what do women do when they have to go to the bathroom at his bar?
Awesome post. I hope you run into many people like this.
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