Following the Freshest Catch Straight from the Harbor
I stood on the pier in Cetara watching a fisherman coil his line while another hauled a plastic crate onto the dock. Inside: anchovies, still shimmering. It was 4:45 in the afternoon. The trattoria next to me had just propped open its door and the owner walked over, nodded at the crate, and carried it inside. That fish would be on plates before the first bottle of wine hit the table. The fish on your plate in Cetara was swimming