This restaurant serves Venice’s most memorable meal
Slow food doesn’t get much slower than this.
Words by Ute Junker
Photos by tipwam/shutterstock.com
Originally published in Traveller
In my mind, I am already spooning the creamy risotto into my mouth. The vaporetto is still cutting its way across the lagoon to the island of Burano, but already I’m looking forward to sampling Venice’s most iconic dish, a risotto made with a stock that is simmered for not one, not two, but at least six hours.
It was Nino Zoccali, the owner of Sydney’s Restaurant Pendolino and La Rosa The Strand restaurants, who first shared the secret of Venice’s risotto da go with me. The risotto gets its heady flavour from the small go fish, which are added whole to the stock. After an entire day of simmering, the fish disintegrates completely, leaving behind nothing but its heady flavour. “The flavour is amazing, but there’s not a single piece of fish in the risotto,” Zoccali told me, eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.
Fortunately, Zoccali also told me where to try this fabulous risotto: Trattoria al Gatto Nero, a small family-run restaurant on the island of Burano, a 50-minute boat ride from the heart of Venice. “They are the masters,” he assured me.
So here I sit as the vaporetto pulls into the dock, ready for a memorable meal. Finding Al Gatto Nero is not difficult; finding anything on the compact island of Burano is not difficult. The blue-painted building fronts onto a canal, with a fleet of small tables looking across the water. Each one already has a Reserved sign on it.
I am greeted by Massimo Bovo, the son of Ruggiero, who still mans the pans in the kitchen although he is well into his 70s. After three generations in business, the Bovos have built unrivalled network of local fishermen who supply their fish; Massimo himself regularly throws a line in the water.
“I can tell if a fish is fresh just by the smell,” Bovo says. “It’s like a sommelier; when you are continually exposed to smells and flavours, you learn a lot.”
As we speak, someone walks into the restaurant carrying a squelching plastic bag; after a quick wave at Bovo, he heads straight for the kitchen. It’s a local fisherman who just caught a hefty seabass, which will be added to the lunch menu. It’s not the only late addition to the menu. “Someone else just brought us 30 small scallops; I’ll put some aside for you,” Bovo says.
Unfortunately, today’s catch does not include go. It’s a huge blow, and for a moment I consider ditching lunch entirely. Once Bovo sends out his first dish, however – a pitch-perfect Venetian classic, baccala with polenta – I change my mind. From there on in, every course is a revelation. I hoover up the heaped platter of perfectly-grilled seafood, which includes not just the tiny scallops but also some amazing razor clams.
By the time the pasta rolls around – a huge plate of ribbon pasta topped with prawns, cherry tomatoes and zucchini blossoms – I realise I’ve peaked too early.
