On the two days I chose to eat at a restaurant instead of settle for appertivos or street food in Milan, I found myself at Ristorante Volta Street. Part of the reason is that the restaurant was very close to where I lived while in Milan. The other reason is that the staff was very friendly in spite of my clearly inadequate language proficiency in their language. I basically went in there and asked if they had Risotto Milanese. He said yes. And I was like, ok! Whip me up some! And because it was so delicious, I went back the second time and asked for ossobuco but the poor waiter had to, very gently, explain to me that it was a dish available only in the winter. *sad face* but at least I know that the Milanese take their food seriously enough to make sure their menus are seasonal and as fresh as possible! But they did suggest that I try cotaletta (which is essentially a veal cutlet) which I agreed to quite quickly. People had a list of places to see, I had a list of foods and drinks to tick off my list!
Anyway, the Risotto Milanese is essentially risotto with saffron. Also, a lot of butter is involved. I’ve been told that all risotto, Milanese or not involves butter…who knew? I certainly didn’t.
At some point I really want to learn how to make it. Maybe with less butter. The fragrance was just right. That said, it’s a bit boring to be eating nothing but rice for dinner. But the portions for the Primi (first dish) are so big, it won’t have been possible to order a Secondi. At this point I really wish I had chosen to travel to Milan with someone.
So the second night I went back and tried for an ossobuco but as I mentioned earlier, they don’t serve it in the winter so I settled for cotaletta. Which is essentially beaded veal cutlet. So probably not as special as ossobuco but delicious nonetheless. Especially when paired with a chianti!
I’m pretty sure it’s not Michelin rated. I didn’t manage to visit any of those restaurants on the Michelin list. But then again, I also did not come back with a Prada bag or Gucci wallet. So, as you can tell, I’m not a typical person who visits the fashion and design capital of the world, I’m also clearly not a backpacking kinda person who starves herself as she travels across Europe. I, unfortunately, love myself too much for that, as my trousers can testify. What can I say? The food was good. And check and check!