Wander around the little lanes and back streets of the smaller and less touristy villages of Lake Como and you will find some real gems. One perfect but modest osteria can be found in Cernobbio, a village accessed easily by bus or ferry. IĀ prefer the ferry option, not only for the wonderful views of the Palazzi and gardens along the way, but just to hear the ferryman call out the names of the villages en route, “Torno, Moltrasio, Blevio, Cernobbio”, lazily trilling those ‘r’s and the nautical sounds of whistles, ropes and gangway planks landing.

The day we went to Cernobbio, the wind was icy and the ferry was almost empty: we were well rugged up for the day. It was early November and most of the large gardens had closed for the season. Among our fellow travellers was a young chap, honey blond hair perfectly groomed, sporting a mustard coloured scarf carefully arranged over theĀ shoulder of an expensive and conservative blue outfit, tanned ankles bare above sockless and effeminate boating shoes, with a newspaper tucked under one arm. Too affected to embody the insouciance of a Castiglione courtier, la bella figura gone awry. An aimless and idle palazzo owner perhaps? He was the only other passenger to leave the ferry at Cernobbio. The place looked deserted.
We wandered around Cernobbio: it had that empty, out of season look. Although not accustomed to taking coffee at 11 am, it seemed like a sensible thing to do, given the weather. And this decision led to a most wondrous find, theĀ Osteria delĀ Beuc, a small worker’s cooperative and restaurant up a back lane in Cernobbio. This is where all the locals were hiding on that cold November morning. At one large table, a group of older men in sensible jackets were grazing on morning snacks to go with their pre- lunch wines. A few tables away, couples were partaking of coffee but there was a sense of expectation in the air. More people were beginning to arrive. I glanced at the paper sheet listing the menu of the day. The gregarious waiter/front of house/barman advised that I should book immediately as there was only one table left for 12.30. Good advice. I ordered a Spritz and settled in for some more people watching, buoyed by the glowing euphoria that only a Prosecco laced with Campari can produce at such an ungodly but most welcome drinking hour.
By 12.40, the place was packed. The elderly gentlemen reluctantly vacated their morning table and wandered back to the safety of their separate homes, wives and a home cooked meal. The table was then replaced with a large group of hungry young office workers. Smaller tables were occupied by elegantly dressed couples, some accompanied by small, pampered dogs on leads: the place was alive as the enthusiastic waiter theatrically went about his business.
But then, dear reader, you didn’t come all the way with me to Cernobbio to simply ogle the locals, although if you’re a bit like me, you probably enjoy a bit of people watching as you travel through life, inventing scenarios and stories for each one. The food at Osteria del Beuc is well priced and seriously very good. Honest and simple food cooked perfectly. The lunch menu came with prices for one, two or three courses, 9ā¬/ AU$14, 12ā¬/AU18/ ā¬14/AU22, which included a 250 ml carafe of wine per person. Of course I went for the three course option.Ā
For il primo, I had a composed salad of endive, spinach and soft white cheese, beautifully dressed while Mr T had a zucchini frittata. Then came a creamy risotto dish, perfectly cooked, nicely moistened, cooked in red wine, with rosemary and Taleggio cheese, the latter still visible and just beginning to melt. Sadly there is no photo, but if there were, it wouldn’t look great- just a pile of wet white rice on a plain plate. And yet it tasted sensational. The bread supply was generous. A fairly ordinary chocolate mousse followed. This didn’t detract from the overall delight of the meal and the venue: I have come to expect unimaginative desserts in Italy and should remember not to order them, unless there’s a visibleĀ nonna on site who may have just baked a homely torta of fruit or nuts.
I have worked on recreating that lovely risotto dish and will continue to refine it. The Cernobbio version retained a lovely creamy white appearance and perhaps used less red wine and a little less rosemary than my version. Every time I make this, my heart flies back to Lake Como. Below is a version but feel free to play with it to suit your palate.

Risotto al Vino Rosso, Rosmarino e Taleggio. Risotto with Vino Rosso, Rosemary and Taleggio.
Ingredients for two smallish serves. Adjust quantities to suit your appetite, bearing in mind that it’s a rich dish and best served with a simple salad before or afterwards.
- 150 g Carnaroli rice
- 1/2 red onion, very finely chopped
- 150Ā mlĀ good quality red wine ( the one you’ve opened for dinner is best)
- 350 – 400 ml vegetable stock ( it’s always better to have extra on hand)
- 20 gr butter
- 40 gr or more of Taleggio ( substitute Stracchino if on a budget)
- 40 gr grated Parmigiano Reggiano or Grana Padano or more to taste
- a teaspoon of very finely chopped fresh rosemary
- salt and white pepper to season
Method
In a small saucepan, warm the vegetable stock and keep it on a low heat. In a separate cast iron casserole, choosing a suitable size for the measure of rice you are using, add the butter and saute the onion gently until soft and pale golden. Add the rice and toast for a minute or two. Then add the red wine and heat, stirring, until it is fully absorbed. From this point, begin to add a ladleĀ of hot stock to the rice and stir through on low to medium heat. Don’t stir too vigorously: an occasional stir is enough. Once that stock is fully absorbed, continue to add more ladles, one at a time, for around 20 – 25 minutes, as per the usual method of risotto making. The only way to judge the readiness of the rice is by biting it. If the centre is still hard, continue cooking. Once ready, turn off the heat, and add the rosemary and Parmigiano and half the Taleggio chopped into smallish chinks. Stir through then cover with a lid and leave to steam for a few minutes. When ready to serve, add the remaining Taleggio to the dish.
For Helen Legg.
Osteria del Beuc,Ā Via Felice Cavallotti, 1 – 22012 – Cernobbio, Como, Italia
Good to have the recipe after such a write up in your previous post. Sounds like a lovely osteria to have stumbled across. It doesn’t always happen when out wandering which makes these finds so special. I love travelling off season!
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It really is the best time to go. And after perusing a map of lake Como, to think how many more small villages await. Yes, lucky finds like this are rare.
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What a wonderful fall journey you gave us today. As with all your travel post, you’ve drawn me in with your writing and images. Iām still wondering in the back of my head, āwho was that sockless man on your ferry?ā And your choice for having that lovely lunch is exactly what I would hope to find when looking for a meal in Italy. That recipe for Risotto al Vino Rosso, Rosmarino e Taleggio sounds amazing. We often make risotto in the colder months, but Iāve not experienced one such as this. It will be made as soon as the cool winds blow here in the Northlands.
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Ah, the cool winds blowing in the Northlands- you have a way with words too Ron. This risotto is definitely a winter dish. And as for that sockless man, the mother in me wanted to tell him to go back home and put on some warmer clothes, It’s a European fashion statement that I don’t fancy.
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What a wonderful trip! The landscape is gorgeous and the food looks divine! šš
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Thanks Lisa.
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Nice story. I would love to go there one day.
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Thanks Michael. I look at that map of Lake Como and all I can see are all the other small villages I haven;t been to.
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I love discovering gems like this! This is what makes travel so special and wonderful.
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You master the art of transporting me from my present time & state -Sunday morning drinking coffee in bed glancing out the window at a sunny but windy winter morning- into a pleasant interlude where I am one your fellow people watchers…
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I have bed and coffee envy Dale. But I will make up for it next week…. Glad you enjoyed a bit of people watching with me.
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A lovely Sunday morning story of a traveller enjoying a special day once the tourists have gone home! You have the talent to make a ‘thriller’ out of your tales . . . š ! I always made risotto with white wine: some ten years ago bought a ‘risotto book’ at some sale and one of the recipes said to use red . . . ignorant me hesitated: oh, was I wrong : oft make it now with my favourite merlot usually . . .
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Just catching up with things here Eha. I am dreaming of returning to Como off season and continuing that thriller. Yes, it’s a real eye opener, once you gurgle that nice red into your risotto. Another beast entirely.
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The wanderlust is tugging at me strongly. Experiences like this define travel, wonderful read, thank you. I have a wedge of taleggio in the fridge, that’s dinner sorted..
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Yes, I bet the wanderlust is kicking in Sandra. It’s that time of year, even though you now live in a ( weather wise) gentler climate in winter. Anyone who has a wedge of taleggio in the fridge is a lucky soul.
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Yum! I’ll have to try this as soon as the autumn arrives. I love a good risotto…
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Thanks Quinn, it’s definitely a cooler weather dish.
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Such a lovely post. This year we’re not traveling. We visited Australia and New Zealand last fall, and next spring, 2019, we’re finally visiting south America. So we’re taking it easy in 2018. But it’s so hard to not dream when I read posts like these!
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Thanks Mimi. Always good to have a trip up your sleeve to look forward to.
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super images Francesca .. love the ferry! Ah Prosecco and campari oh my. And a bowl of risotto, perfect! š
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Why stick to Prosecco when you can tizzy it up. A A great summertime drink, good old Spritz.
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