I didn’t want to spend my 30th birthday in the U.S., so we booked a last-minute flight to Milan and planned out a brief trip to Emilia-Romagna. While it was my sixth time in Italy (it IS my favorite country, after all!), it was my very first time in this region, the culinary capital of the country.
After an hour train ride from Milan, we arrived in Bologna on a dreary morning and checked into our Airbnb. There was a free walking tour starting in ten minutes, so we rushed to the starting point at Torre degli Asinelli, the iconic twin towers of Bologna. Bologna used to have hundreds of these towers, but only two remain, and one of them is incredibly crooked — Bologna’s own Leaning Tower! Our tour took us to the University of Bologna, the oldest university in continuous operation, and Basilica di San Petronio, a church that is only half covered in marble. Apparently the Pope had gotten jealous of the size of this church, so he ordered marble suppliers in Carrera to stop the shipment of marble to Bologna and it was never completely finished. As we walked around town, we noticed how many porticoes there were. Bologna is a city of porticoes; there is actually a law for each block to have them. Porticoes are fantastic, especially in the rain or snow, and they make the entire city pedestrian-friendly.
We took a cooking class in the cozy apartment of a former chef named Dennis, who hosted us and another couple. We learned how to make five different pastas (tagliatelle, ravioli, tortellini, garganelli, and agnolotti) and five stuffings (different mixtures of ingredients like ricotta, spinach, potatoes, bergamot oil, truffle oil, and Parmigiano-Reggiano), and then topped our creations with a simple butter and sage sauce. I learned that I am absolutely awful at forming garganelli noodles (it kept getting stuck on the rolling stick!) but can make a pretty good tagliatelle, which magically unravels off your knife before being hung on the drying rack. As we drank Chianti and sampled cheeses like Grana Padano, Parmigiano-Reggiano, and Ricotta, Dennis let us design our own fillings using his impressive collection of bottled oils.
Tagliatelle al ragù and tortellini in brodo are two of the most iconic Bolognese dishes. According to legend, Tagliatelle was created by a chef in love with a noblewoman named Lucrezia Borgia, and the noodles represent her long blonde hair. These flat, thick, ribbon-like noodles are best served with a rich sauce like ragù (also called “bolognese”). Meanwhile, tortellini is a cute little stuffed pasta that represents the navel of Venus and is best served “in brodo” (in a chicken on vegetable broth).
One of my favorite things we did in Bologna was walk the longest portico in the world, which runs from the edge of town up to the Basilica di San Luca, a church sitting up on rolling hills overlooking Bologna. The pilgrimage is a steady uphill walk through ornate covered porticoes – 666 of them in all! – stretching 4 kilometers. This walkway was begun in 1674 as a way to protect the Madonna di San Luca as she was carried on her yearly visit into Bologna. Many use this as a walking path or exercise run.
After our walk, we caught a 51-minute train ride to Parma, an elegant, compact city that’s also part of Emilia-Romagna. It’s famous for Parmigiano-Reggiano and Prosciutto di Parma, being the home of Barilla (the world’s biggest pasta maker), and was the first city in Italy to be named “Creative City for Gastronomy” by UNESCO. Besides food, it’s also famous for its artists, such as opera composer Giuseppi Verdi, Renaissance painter Correggio, and conductor Arturo Toscanini, and is the headquarters of Ferrari, Maserati, and Lamborghini.
It was raining hard when we arrived in Parma (too bad Parma doesn’t have sidewalks covered by porticoes like Bologna!), so we didn’t get to explore as comfortably as we would have liked, but we did get to see the stunning Correggio dome in the Parma cathedral. The fresco of the assumption of Mary is bursting with color even today.
For lunch, we couldn’t get into the first two restaurants I wanted to try, so we settled for a nondescript cafe called Cardinal Bar, which turned out to be a fantastic meal. When a city is so good at food, you don’t even have to try finding a specific restaurant; you can stumble into anywhere and have the best Prosciutto and tortelli (large tortellini) of your life.
Back in Bologna, we had dinner at Osteria del Cappello, a traditional restaurant that has been around since 1375. We tried more Bolognese specialties, such as Tortellini in Brodo, Gramigna alla Salsiccia (our favorite Emilia-Romagna pasta), Squacquerone (a soft, creamy cheese), Tigelle (a flatbread baked in a round electric griddle to be stuffed with cold cuts), Gnocco Fritto (a puffy fried bread), and Mortadella (what Americans call “baloney” but is on a completely different level from what you can get in the U.S.).
On my actual birthday — the only sunny day of our trip — we woke up early for a ten-hour food tour with Italian Days. This tour was one of the best experiences of my life. It’s up there with riding a camel through the Sahara Desert, waking up in Positano, eating a private meal at our ryokan in Kyoto, and riding on the back of a pickup truck through Wadi Rum.
Ten of us were picked up in two vans and driven for about 40 minutes to the countryside of Modena. Our first stop was a Parmigiano-Reggiano factory, at which we were greeted with espresso and put on disposable robes, hair caps, and shoe covers for sanitation purposes. We learned the painstaking process of making official Parmigiano-Reggiano and the vast differences between Parmesan and Parmigiano-Reggiano DOP, which must be aged for at least 12 months and will have the official branding if it passes inspection. Inspectors come to the factories and tap different sections of the cheese wheel, listening for any flaws. For Parmigiano-Reggiano that doesn’t pass inspection, it is stripped of its rind and sold as grated “Parmesan” — no longer deemed worthy of the name Parmigiano-Reggiano.
From there, we were driven just down the road to Antica Acetaia Cavedoni, where the Cavedoni family has been producing balsamic vinegar since 1860. This was probably the most fascinating part of our tour. Only 150 families are allowed to produce real balsamic vinegar (aceto balsamico tradizionale), and they all live in this region. Each bottle is made from a set of barrels created specifically for a family member as soon as they are born, which is why these barrels used to be used as a dowry. Traditionally, these bottles would only be sold to the public when that specific family member has passed away. I had no idea balsamic vinegar was so personal!
The highest quality of balsamic vinegar is D.O.P., which is made of 100% cooked grape must and aged for at least 12 years. 10,000 kilos of Trebbiano grapes are used to produce one bottle of this type of balsamic vinegar. Families must send their balsamic vinegar to a consortium and pay €200 for inspection. If it passes, they must pay another fee for the bottle, since D.O.P. balsamic vinegars are allowed to only be in a specific type of bottle, and another fee for the special label (red label for 12-14 years of aging, gold label for over 15 years of aging). After all those fees, families must pay a 54% tax on any sales. Clearly, this is a passion, not for profit.
After our balsamic vinegar tour, we sat around a cozy table, eager to finally try some food. We started with Lambrusco and Parmigiano-Reggiano, and then continued to Prosciutto and Mortadella, and finally the balsamic vinegar. The D.O.P. balsamic vinegars are undeniably sweeter, thicker, and less sour and acidic than the ones most of us are used to, which are a blend of wine vinegar, cooked grape must, and usually caramels and preservatives to fake the fact that the vinegar hasn’t been aged anywhere near long enough. I.G.P. is another level of balsamic vinegar, identifiable by its blue/yellow label. It may have more than just two ingredients and can age for a minimum of 2 months, but the good ones are only cooked grape must and wine vinegar, and aged for at least five years. Condimento is between D.O.P. and I.G.P., using the methods of D.O.P. but the ingredients of I.G.P. Anthony and I ended up purchasing a 3-oz bottle of 15-year-old D.O.P. for $68 and a 3-oz bottle of condimento for $38 — a bargain after learning about this industry, and after comparing the prices we’d be paying in the U.S.
Our third stop was a Prosciutto factory hidden in what looked like a normal three-story house. Prosciutto di Parma can only be produced from the hind legs of specially selected heritage breed pigs raised in 11 regions of Italy according to the highest standards, on which they are monitored, inspected, and approved by a consortium. The hind leg is cleaned, salted with only Italian sea salt, and left for about two months. During this time, it’s massaged carefully to drain all the blood left in the meat. Next, it is washed and hung in a dark, well-ventilated environment. The surrounding air is important to the final quality of the Prosciutto. When ready, an inspector comes in and uses a horse bone to poke into the hind leg and sniff it for quality. Only after it passes can it have the D.O.P. stamp. We sampled some Prosciutto with a glass of Lambrusco, and it was easily the best Prosciutto of my life.
Our last stop on the tour was an agriturismo up on the hills overlooking the Emilia-Romagna countryside. Agriturismi (“farm stays”) are popular in Italy. A nonna prepared our seven-course meal of pastas, veal, beef meatballs, chicken, zucchini, potatoes, and unlimited wine. Since we had been spending the past seven hours together, our tour group felt like a group of old friends by this time. In fact, when our tour guide was asked why she wasn’t counting any of the euros we handed over to pay for the tour, she told us, “If you want to pay me less than you owe, I have failed on my part.” With our bellies and hearts full, Anthony and I were dropped off at the Bologna train station, reluctant to head to Milan. Arrivederci, Emilia-Romagna!
Tips for future travelers:
If you only have a short time in Emilia-Romagna without a car, stay in Bologna. It is the largest city in this region and is easily connected with other parts by train.
In Bologna, hike the Portico di San Luca (longest portico in the world) and climb the Torre degli Asinelli (twin towers of Bologna). Both offer great views of Bologna.
Eat: Tortellini in Brodo, Tagliatelle al Ragù, green lasagna, Mortadella, Gramigna alla Salsiccia, Prosciutto di Parma, Parmigiano-Reggiano, gnocco fritto, balsamic vinegar, tigelle, gelato (the best gelato of my life is at a gelateria in Bologna called OGGI)
Drink: Lambrusco, Pignoletto (Emilia-Romagna’s Prosecco)
If there’s only one thing you get from this entire post, it’s that you should take the Food & Wine Tour with Italian Days. It is hands down the best food tour I have ever been on — and we’ve gone on food tours everywhere (Rome, Cairo, Sevilla, Mexico City, Palermo…). It’s €150 per person, starts at 7 am and ends around 5:30 pm. There were ten of us in total, and we rode in two comfortable Mercedes vans between each site. Our tour guide Arianna was spectacular. I wish she could narrate my life! She had so much energy throughout the entire day, and taught us so many things we would have never learned on our own. The tour changed the way I eat food, appreciate Italy, and view the world.