A sandwich… unless you are dead hungry, it’s hardly something that would make one’s stomach grumbling with desire and anticipation, but one sandwich was all it took for me to fall head over heels for da Gianni (as the locals know it), formally called Gusto Giusto. The place literally fits about two tables and at first glace you would probably pass it by… unless you know of Gianni (the owner and panini master).
To paint a mental picture of Gianni’s god-like masterpieces, imagine this: a savoury melody of scrumptious sandwich fixings bursting out from between two halves of a ruggedly handsome baguette, toasted until it glows a warm golden brown… its platter, an honourable and humble piece of paper spotted with specks of oily goodness and the occasional bit of rebel filling.
Who knew a sandwich would revolutionise how all future sandwiches are perceived?
I’m sorry future sandwiches to come, but the bar has just been raised. In my short stay in Pisa, I plan to eat as many of Gianni’s delectible culinary works of art as my trousers will permit… with room to spare of his homemade desserts. Yes, the man makes desserts as well!
A sudden beam of light appears over Gianni’s head… an angelic chorus hums in unison.
Gusto Giusto is not to be missed, not just for the food, but also for the entertainment value of Gianni himself. Between customers, he will come out for a chat; and even when he’s behind the counter working his magic he’ll throw you a mischevious look or a few golden nuggets of hilarity.
Oh, and don’t bother looking at the menu board, which is probably there because nobody bothered to take it down yet. Just tell Gianni, “Fammi qualcosa di buono!” and let him sweep you off your feet.