As in certain sweet and savory dishes that contain everything, where the savory merges into the sweet and the sweet into the savory, dishes that seem to realize a hungry man’s dream, so the most abundant and overflowing markets, the richest and most festive and the most baroque, are those of the poor countries where the spectre of hunger is always hovering. . . in Baghdad, Valencia or Palermo, a market is more than a market . . . it’s a vision, a dream, a mirage.
-Leonardo Sciascia, Sicilian novelist
La Vucciria, Renato Guttuso’s remarkable portrait of the Palermo market that has stuffed Sicilian bellies for seven centuries offers just such an illusion. An astute eye enhanced by a fanciful imagination can peer straight into the Mezzogiorno’s undulating entrails. That term describes the craggy, volcanic island that teeters atop the point in the Mediterranean where “Europe is no longer entirely Europe but also Africa, Asia, and America.” Welcome to a world of deceptive simplicity and consistently circumvented expectation. Welcome to Next Restaurant: Sicily. Continue Reading…




