Why the deuce do I renamed, in a recent article on Venice, "Anice Stellato," nice table tucked away in a magical corner of Cannaregio, "Stella Maris? Go figure. Star anise have me gone to his head. For the sentence, and because we are not dogs - and finally, to avoid any misunderstanding with Tateru Yoshino (chef-owner of Stella Maris, a few strides from the Champs Elysees, table equally annoying and ugly perfect to hope - if, if possible, and it still bothered me to write "boring to die"), I give you the phone where you have to book then the address where to go: 041.720744 - the Fondamenta della Sensa . This is called good "Anice Stellato" You will find easily. And if you get lost, even better.
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