panada's

Updated: July 27, 2025

The little Venetian at the next table was sure to produce a bunch of radishes while he waited for his soup; on market days, when there was more of a crowd than ever, few of the many baked potatoes eaten at almost every table had seen the inside of the Panada's oven; often the shops that fill the Venetian calli with the perpetual smell of frying and where the brasses and the blue-and-white used to shine, were patronized on the way if dinner has to be collected in the streets, no town, even in Italy, offers such facilities as Venice.

Elizabeth Robins Pennell - Nights: Rome, Venice, in the Aesthetic Eighties; London, Paris, in the Fighting Nineties