There’s no other cafè like it in Florence. It’s where the ghosts of generations of writers and artists linger still. It’s my favorite place to write – out under the canopy on a lovely summer’s day or in the cozy reading nook where newspapers are displayed on bamboo holders. I’ve filled countless journals at Giubbe Rosse.
It’s where drinks are served from a recipe book created by Italian Futurists who hung out at the bar a hundred years ago, dreaming up cocktails of the Future.
This one is called “Inventina” >>>
The bartender shares the recipe from the futurismo cookbook Cucina Futurista:
Equal parts Asti spumante and pineapple liqueur with orange juice ice cubes.
Giubbe Rosse is where stories are told with a blur of hands – where sometimes, a storyteller has an epiphany mid-sentence.
Where some patrons are so engrossed in creative thought they seem oblivious to their surroundings. >>> (Even though the current exhibit is, um, eye-popping.) 😉
Where on a cold night, you might get a warm hug from GR’s official greeter, Romano. He might even serenade you with an Italian love song.
It’s all part of the lively, wonderful scene at Giubbe Rosse.
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Wonderful ed anche meraviglioso! Love your blogs and love the “hands”…
In Italy, hands provide the punctuation of every sentence. At least you hold your ‘punctuation’ long enough for my camera to capture it.
I love it that you will be taking my friend and her son there next week. So wish I could come too:)
When you come to visit, I’ll take you there, too!
This post makes me long for my favorite cafe in Paris. Your lovely photographs and enticing prose make me long to visit Florence one day.
I do hope you come to visit – we’d have so much fun! As a writer, you’d LOVE Giubbe Rosse.