Go to the matresses

.... Well the jinx continued into the evening. The great restaurant that was recommended by the Australian couple, was closed on a Thursday !! So after walking 1\4 mile there and 1\4 mile back to the hotel to find an alternative, we were starving.
 
.... Now I think I have got to the bottom of our bad luck ... It's " Adyano's " fault. As when we were in the Vatican he stood on the Popes grass when taking a photo, and apparently the Pope likes his grass. ( Although the grass looked more like clover, so perhaps he needs a new gardener ), so maybe that's causing our run of bad luck.
 
The gentleman on the desk at our hotel suggested the only other restaurant in walking distance was a Fish place, and said it was very good.
 
On arrival at the restaurant, early signs were positive, however, we were the only tourists in the place. Although, a place frequented by locals is usually a good indication of good food.
 
We were positioned in a corner, flanked on all sides by rather large Italian families, one of which suspiciously looked quite influential and was headed by an old guy. Now, I have never seen the film " The God Father ", but suddenly felt like I had a bit part in this film.
 
Our very friendly waiter kept bring food that people had ordered to show us the quality. Our first course or " appetiser " arrived. It was excellent. I told the very friendly waiter the food was very good. Immediately he approached the " God Father " to tell him I approved of the food. Now I don't know much Italian, but you just instinctively know when you are getting talked about. " The God Father " looked over in approval. The " primo " course then arrived - we had adventurously ordered spider crab pasta - thankfully the pasta wasn't alive and was very tasty. The same scenario repeated itself. For the main course ( yes Italians order 3 ) we had ordered seabass. The seabass arrived and to be honest was a bit dry, and was accompanied by something that looked like a yellow part of a brillo pad... Which think may have been potoato ( but to be honest did taste like a Brillo pad - not that I have eaten one recently ). 
 
The waiter came over to our plates and started pointing at our brillo pad and saying we should eat that...I was starting to get a little worried on the reporting of this incident to the " God Father ", we politely smiled and said how full were. Next arrived the biggest plate of tiramasu (which we hadn't ordered ) , we politely declined ... This was not ending well. The report went in. Now I don't know what the saying in the film " Go to the mattresses " means, but its the only saying I know from the film, and the fact that I may be sleeping with horses heads later. If I heard either, I was out of there like a shot, and probably would have broken Bolts world record for 100m. We sharply exited.
 
Plan B ....
 
Well we formulated a plan B, which has turned out to be a really good day. We decided to go to a place called "Lido De Jesolo", which is an Italian beach resort. The place is fantastic, lots of lively bars and restaurants, a great sandy beach, 
Lots of activities if you have children, great hotels. I am not sure if its in any holiday brochures in the UK, but I would recommend as an alternative to the usual suspects. It's great as you can get a boat from their direct into Venice, so you can have the holiday that has beach and city...perfect. So we have had a fabulous day catching some rays on the beach all day. 
 
Tomorrow we are driving to Lake Como, which is the last leg of our " pasta tour ". Ciao Ciao