People throw themselves at Italy. They “do” Rome, Florence and Venice. Romanticism takes on a level of tenacious ambiguity, seizing the desire to experience the country through a lens three times removed. And yet, Italy remains unknown and intact, a stubborn opponent to globalization’s pin pricks and the pressure points of tourism.
It takes my breath away. I watch the mimicry happen, the throngs of people thirsty for answers to the mysteries of the Italian way of life and drinking up the consumerist response. It’s beautiful. It’s cyclical. And all the while, quietly in the background, are the Italian people living their lives and upholding the values and secrets that they’ve maintained for centuries.
No region is more raw and unassuming than Puglia. It’s hardcore Virgin Mary & Madonna, a firm believer in its traditions and its riches of which it can’t live without. It doesn’t welcome, it bodes. There’s no filter, there’s only pride. It’s the dear, strange cousin to the rest of Italy; loved unconditionally while it resists any suggestion of prowess or grace. It does not want to be touched or talked to, it struggles to be left alone.
As someone who’s curious about borders, real or imagined, political or social, wine once again gives me a lens on the microcosm that is Puglia. What is Puglia? Where is Salentu? I found myself in this weird paradox of trying to connect with the land and the people while trying to satisfy my ridiculous palate for terroir driven wine and food…and it came together, as it does, with genuine remittance of my personal preference or desire to influence the outcome- I just let it happen, and it taught me more than words can say.
In Italy, the word “local” is redundant. If it’s not local, it’s not Italian.
This is a laurel-based amaro that I drank after dinner in Lecce. Laurel is a very common shrub in this area, so not surprisingly it’s used in many digestivi. It had a strange menthol/bark taste happening, different balance than northern amari.
Uni (sea urchin) at Casa Mia in Polignano a Mare. They were presented to me with pride as I walked in- a clear incentive to sit and eat. They were incredibly hospitable and accommodating. I found this place after asking a butcher where to eat.
Fresh and in season is everything. Unless it’s a preserve, that’s your only option even if you’re slumming it. The plate of antipasti above was part of a buffet in a hole in the wall in Lecce, Osteria delle Travi. Amazingly flavorful: fresh twists of mozzarella di buffala, beets, cima di rapa, peppers, eggplant, zucchini, olives. We ordered the catch of the day, and plop! there was fish. So simple, so good. The guy who ran the place was sassy and critical of outsiders, but after some sideways conversation he ended up dancing around (!) with the music turned up towards the end, and said we were welcome back anytime.
Malvasia Bianca & Bombino Bianco (Lucera, Puglia). 8 days maceration.
This was definitely the highlight of the wines I tried. An orange wine from Paglione, one of a handful of emerging natural wine producers in Puglia. The slow food/slow wine movement has been…slow…to arrive in Puglia but as with many things in Italy, a lot of the products are already made essentially in this manner but just don’t have the stamp or care to brand themselves that way. The other scenario is that Italy has a long history of producing quantity for export rather than quality for local or “artisan” consumption, as a means to secure money for the family; in other words, one could pinpoint the global market as the source of divergence from quality. But now that international consumers have started to develop an interest in their own palates, the demand for terroir driven products is here.
Nero di Troia & Sangiovese, a little Bombino Bianco
Both wines from Paglione were part of a beautiful and very interesting list at La Bul in Bari. The young chef Antonio Scalera and Wine Director Francesca Mosele have created one (if not the only) completely modern take on Puglian cuisine. Already noted by Michelin, they’re doing something completely forward thinking for what people are ready for in the area. Whereas the local trattorie are booked for weeks before any given Sunday, El Bul remains relatively open for reservations. You have to ring a doorbell to unlock the door, and then you are greeted by an open dining room with modern art accents, Spanish tiles and minimalist lamps over the tables. The food is thoughtful and progressive while remaining an unpretentious taste of place.
A morning macchiato. Nothing fancy, just good espresso with delicious crema and pillowy steamed milk.
An incredible dinner at Da Tuccino outside Polignano a Mare. Words do not do justice to the freshness of the freshest fish anyone could ever dream to have. Whereas La Bul represents the evolution of Puglian cuisine, Da Tuccino is the standard of timeless excellence in Puglian terroir (since 1968, in fact). Our meal there was on a quiet, stormy night and the intermittent lights going pitch black throughout dinner added a curiously Buñuel allure. Just imagine, a seafood restaurant isolated on a cliff outside town, off season on a dark stormy night. The entire staff stands at the door to greet you, their first guests of the evening at 9pm. They study you up and down. You are served by a man who has been there since 1968 and the plate of epically fresh seafood being placed in front of you disappears as the lights cut out as the place goes pitch black. Someone inhales sharply, we pause, and the lights come back on. The waiters pick up from a standstill exactly where they left off and it continues this way for the rest of the evening. Pictured above are gamberi bianci e rossi, clams, 2 types of mussels, Belon oyster, squid.
Scorpion fish with olives, tomato and fresh herbs. Picked first hand by leaving the table and going into the ice room where the fishmonger consults with us from behind his fish bar on what we’re into and how he plans to prepare it.
Indigenous white grape variety Verdeca redefines my general idea of Puglian wines being heavy and uneventful. Intense yet graceful, highly aromatic and incredibly thirst quenching, an ideal accompaniment to eating large amounts of seafood.
Naturally sweeter Primitivo grapes coaxed to elevate sugar levels before harvest, go through appassimento and age further in bottle. Only made years which harvest allows. A typical and very delicious end to a meal.
The natural beauty of Puglia took my breath away. Somewhere between the olive groves, the jagged cliffs, ancient ruins and the glass ocean there’s a sacred and delicate balance between earth and human that remains intact. A community relatively untouched by the demands of tourism, global markets and branding, still keep their traditions and their language unchanged. Walking down any given street, you will find dozens of wedding dresses on display, a church, pastry shops and tabac with a few old men standing outside. Priorities are heavy with family and religion, and the young people seem to follow suit happily. Amidst a slight disdain for difference, however, I found pockets of progressive thinking- interestingly enough it was channeled mainly through food and wine. The stuff beyond words, the essential in the every day, the undeniable that we always return to, no matter what walk of life we’re from.