Venetians or other Italians who know Venice well, would never go to that place, which, as some other said, is just for tourists who are really convinced they are served "traditional Venetian food". Even that pretentious place is smoke and mirrors. Take for example that awful "vitello tonnato", or as she said, "vettelo tonatto". It was hilarious as she said it was a traditional Venetian recipe. It is a traditional Piedmont recipe and it was very popular in the 80ies. You can find it everywhere, like cheap hotels and even hospitals, especially because, in its cheap version, it gives the opportunity of recycling meat leftovers. The horror though was the ignorant tourist's version was served to SmallpuppyFifi. It was a pond of what? liquid cream, where some meat was allegedly floating... bleah. The real and original recipe is thin slices of tender roasted veal covered (not floating) in a light brown sauce made with hardboiled eggs, capers, anchovy fillets, tuna fish and olive oil, blended together to a creamy consistency. And it's delicious.
But certainly not that liquid disgusting white cream.
Well, how could he eat all that cream if he's allergic to lactose???
This alone tells you how idiot they both are, while trying to convince the gangsta grannies they are connoisseurs gourmet. Not to mention the "spagheti bolonais", like they still call the spaghetti al ragù (a name nobody would ever use in Italy and it's only for American tourists).
Sorry if I mention this, but butter and milk in a ragù sauce is a blasphemy. You only use olive oil during the very long and complex preparation (the original sauce's recipe takes 4 hours or even more) and at the end you add a good sprinkle of Parmesan cheese.
Just a few words about the vase. It is so ugly and kitsch, despite the great craftmanship which must be acknowleged in everything is made in the Ardomore slave colony, because there is nothing authentic in it. Art is truth and there is no truth there. That is not African art, but a messy heap of fake symbols with no real tradition attached. It's a sort of medley of what colonialism THINKS would be African art. In fact she says the ideas are all hers. She has found this gold mine to dig into and sell to wealthy ignorant Western costumers who know nothing of art or the beauty of real African cultures.
If she were honest, she would let those artisans and artists free to create, not to transfer her ideas into potteries. And another thing I think I pointed out when SJ went to Ardmore. If those hideous things are sold at those unbelievable prices, are the artists paid a percentage - let's say 40 - 50% of it - or are they paid those shamesly low p/h wages which are less than one third of European and American standard? So her profit is monstrous and the poor people slaving for her are just exploited.
Look at the pure beauty of the real SA pottery someone posted here. Those vases, vessels and pots remind me of the Etruscan very precious black ceramics, with their elegant, essential lines and decorations.
Another proof that SJ is supporting racist activities, just like the awful Villotti thing.
Well, where are the accounts? Drowned in the lagoon?
By the way, a watertaxi ride is about €100 - 150. But Milady only travels in great style. With the oi polloi money. But that's just a detail.
get it together ! he can’t even bother to iron his shirt he can’t even bother to brush his hair !not to mention the neck Scraggle oh it’s awful ….and he is such self-satisfied jerk! And SJ ICKKKK please wash your hair! They both look like they needed a hot bath a week ago. I saw at around 27:27 She needs to shave her neck even though she’s blonde, her menopausal neck hair is sprouting!
. I need to go and find a magnifying mirror now. 
I remember when we had three Channels. You had to get up to actually change them. No such thing as a remote. Then we got a 4th Channel which was WXIX (Fox) . Color TV was so big we raced home from school. They had to magnetized it a couple of days after they delivered it. I still cant tell you what that meant. I just remember it. I feel so old. Like when My mom use to tell me about her radio shows.
