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The Osteria Utopia is a venue located in Milan, in via Vallazze corner Viale Lombardia, where to drink well, stay with friends and eat organic food, fair trade and zero kilometer surrounded by books.

Our project aims to differentiate itself from a simple project pub or restaurant, or simple library.

We want commistionare successfully the possibility of drinking and eating well with the ability to read and buy a book found, as well as to see a show in the theater, listen to music or dance it.

 
And, why not, the ability to become a true meeting point for those who like to think of it as us.

Visit us and you will see that we are already on your way ...


The perfect place to enjoy a glass of wine or a cup of tea and browse through the shelves of the library Baravaj in search of the title that there is ....

 

 


The topos of the inn, which dates back to medieval culture ("Carmen potatorium"), owes its success mainly to the genre of the novel, from Don Quixote in which plays a key function in the construction of the plot.

Betrothed in the tavern, theater of cheating and the domain of the word, plays a fundamental role in the formation of the protagonist, while nell'Assommoir Zola and Malavoglia of Verga is a place of degradation and brutalization, symbolically opposed to the workshop or to home.

Instead Saba own research in the taverns of Trieste the "warm life" of which suffers a lack; and is still a tavern to attract the young protagonist of the Path of spider nests of Calvin, to represent him access to the "adult world" which, however, remains essentially alien.

 
Rounding out the path of the two texts songwriters De André and Sinatra, for which the inn is set up as an extreme space of resistance against death and against the risk of the approval.

 



    
"No human being indifferent to food is trustworthy."
 

   Manuel Vázquez Montalbán

 

 



    
When she saw a box on the coffee table with a small key and a little bottle labeled "Drink Me".
    
"And if I tried?" wondered (...)
    
But she noticed a box of biscuits that says "Eat me"

 

    (Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll)

 

 

 

 


Power is such an important and pervasive in everyday experience, and can have such an evocative power, which is almost impossible to find a literary work that has some relationship with food.

The great novel that opens the twentieth century literature, Joyce's Ulysses, begins by explaining the tastes of the protagonist Leopold Bloom (see figure): "Mr Leopold Bloom ate with great relish the entrails of animals and birds. He liked thick giblet soup, spicy goiters, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices breaded and fried, fried cod roe. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which left him in the palate a fine taste of urine slightly aromatic. "

Goldoni was usually converse in well-lit cafe, a surprising Leopardi with the glass in his hand feels free dall'infausta reason and strong as the ancient idolized, Manzoni mesce Renzo wine Evil revolution and blessed grace, Verga offers won a glass of that divine gift that can become a death trap; if Carducci toast to the health of a Satan vital and progressive, the melancholic Pascoli intoxication is the metaphor of the cherished oblivion.

But the confluence of speech and taste you can chase paths more curious, in the Manifesto of Futurist cooking (1930) Marinetti demanded "the abolition of pasta, an absurd Italian gastronomic religion", for improved nutrition closer to chemistry. For example, can catalog the "recipes copyright 'as' Risotto patriotism" of Carlo Emilio Gadda in Wonders of Italy.

Another route literary-gastronomic offers it the theme of hunger; starting from the fairy tales and the most famous masks of the Commedia dell'Arte, Harlequin and Pulcinella, who find their energy to their characters in a hunger never satisfied with food and sex; to the 'country of hunger "by Piero Camporesi which could assist the compensatory fantasy of the country of plenty, or of Cockaigne, where mountains rise of macaroni and cheese, while in the rivers flowing wine.

Not to mention the abboffate giant Gargantua of Rabelais, or the other extreme occupied by Faster, protagonist of a fragment of Kafka who said: "I am forced to fast ... because I have never been able to find the food I liked. If I had found it, believe me, I would not make a fuss and I'd gorged like you and everyone else. "

A hungry metaphysical see also the miserable carrot that divide Vladimir and Estragon in Waiting for Godot Beckett.

Current is the alternation of diets and junk food, including anorexia and bulimia, the center dell'esilarante Bridget Jones's Diary (1998) by Helen Fielding, or as a metaphor for the inner discomfort and existential hunger, the hunger Biography (2004) Amélie Nothomb.

While we find the cooks and hosts protagonists of plays and novels: Shakespeare's Falstaff and Locandiera and Bottega coffee Goldoni.

Who has a strong stomach appreciate novels based on the theme of cannibalism: Thyestes by Seneca (Atreus kills three children of his brother Thyestes and during a banquet offered him their meat) to Shakespeare's Titus Andronicus (another story of revenge where the protagonist gives fed Chiron and Demetrius their mother Tamora), until Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter, the cannibalistic serial killer protagonist of the best-seller by Thomas Harris; without forgetting the horror of Count Ugolino of Dante's Divine Comedy, that hunger devours its own children.

The world of gourmet ranges in every area, from the assassins up to their opponents are actually many detective fans of good food, from Simenon's Maigret to Rex Stout's Nero Wolfe, the Inspector Montalbano of Andrea Camilleri.

Whose investigations are often interspersed with tasty dishes.
The novels with Detective gourmet have become almost a "subgenre" literary, and is likely to become even the vein of "novels greedy 'or' food 'or narrative texts with recipes, and those who rely on the palate a central role.

Authoritative precursor of the genre, although it is a memoir, can be considered the cookbook of Alice B. Toklas (1954), which tells the story of Gertrude Stein.
In recent years, several authors have been able to combine the pleasure of reading with the evocation of appetizing dishes. A founder is certainly Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands Amado (1966), followed by Like Water for Chocolate (1989) and the Mexican Laura Esquivel, with Novel spicy in 12 episodes with recipes, love and home remedies, in which the two young protagonists, unable to consummate their love, communicate their sensuality through the dishes that she prepares. Finally Joanne Harris with Chocolat.

The "greedy novels" can also become the key to explore concerns and frustrations through places and flavors loads of symbolic echoes. In the Kitchen (1988) where Banana Yoshimoto tells its own youth problems starting from the warmer area of ​​the house, from the very first sentence: "There is no place in the world that I love more than food ..."



            
"A table forgive anyone, even my relatives"


            
Oscar Wilde

 

 



    
And the wine? .. We do not want to talk about it? ...

 

Wine madman soles push even the very wise man
to sing a song, and to laugh out loud,
and sends it on to dance,
and lets out a few words that it was better to keep quiet.


Homer, poet greek (IX century BC., According to Herodotus)

 



Bronze is the mirror of the face,
wine that of the mind.


Aeschylus, greek tragedian (525-456 BC)

 

 

The wine elevates the soul and thoughts,
and worries go away from the heart ...from the man.


Pindar, poet greek (about 518 - 438 BC)

 

 

 


And where there is wine is not love;
nor any other beloved mortals have.


Euripides, greek tragedian (480-406 BC)

 



Drinking men improve:
do good business,
win the causes,
they are happy
and support friends.

Aristophanes, playwright greek (450-388 BC)

 

 

 


The strength shocking wine penetrates man
and veins spreads and distributes the heat.


Lucretius, Roman poet (98/96 - 55/53 BC)

 



Wine prepares hearts
and makes them more ready
the passion.


Ovid, Latin poet (43 BC - 17 AD)

 

 

The intoxication of wine kills and revives:
Nice is death that proxy, but even more so is the life


Al-Al-Taghlibi Akhtal, Arab poet (640-710)

 

 

Near the urn of wine, the girl is like snow.
Her wrists white like frost, like snow.


Wei Zhuang, Chinese poet (836-910)

 



The splendor of the moon, with its light,
has lacerated the robe of the night; drink wine,
because such a moment can not be found;
Be happy and thinks that many splendors of the moon
will be the one after the other on the face of the earth.


Omar Hayyam, Persian astronomer and philosopher (1048 - 1131)

 

 

Drink wine, for you know not whence you came:
Be happy, because you do not know where you're going.


Omar Hayyam, Persian astronomer and philosopher (1048 - 1131)

 

 



Blessed be those who
first invented wine
that all day makes me feel cheerful.


Cecco Angiolieri, poet Siena (1260 - 1312 approx)

 


 

But above all I have faith in the good wine,
and I think it except those who believe.


Luigi Pulci, Florentine poet (1432 - 1484)

 

 

In wine is concealed the truth.
The Diva bottle you sent us:
be yourself interpreters of your discovery.


François Rabelais, French writer (1494 - 1553)

 

 


How true that in wine there is truth
I'll tell you everything, no secrets.


William Shakespeare, English playwright (1564 - 1623)

 

 


The wine is a mixture of humor and light.


Galileo Galilei, Galileo (1564 - 1642)

 


 

Or even just a kiss leaves in the cup,
and will not ask for wine.


Ben Jonson, English dramatist (1572 - 1637)

 

 


The unexpressed love is like wine held
in the bottle: no quenches thirst.


George Herbert, English poet (1593-1633)

 

 

When the night darkens the streets,
then wander the sons of Belial,
full of wine and insolence.


John Milton, English poet (1608-1674)

 



It is wise when you drink well:
those who can not drink, do not know anything.


Nicolas Boileau, French poet (1636-1711)

 



Independence is a friendly
best of tocai.


William Shenstone, English poet (1714 - 1763)

 



Life is too short
to drink bad wine.


Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, German poet (1749 - 1832)

 



A woman and a glass of wine meet every need,
those who do not drink and kisses is worse than dead.


Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, German poet (1749 - 1832)

 



A meal without wine is like a day without sunshine.


Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, French politician (1755 - 1826)

 

 



The best wine is the oldest,
the best water is the newest.


William Blake, English poet (1757 - 1827)

 



When wine goes in, strange things come out.


Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller, German poet (1759 - 1805)

 


 

It is not true that a man changes drunk,
is sober that is different


(Thomas De Quincey, English writer 1785-1859)

 

 

 


Who does not love women wine and song,
it's just crazy not a saint.


Arthur Schopenhauer, German philosopher (1788 - 1860)

 



If the self is not worth much, then all the pleasures
are like fine wines in a mouth tint of bile.


Arthur Schopenhauer, German philosopher (1788 - 1860)

 



Wine is the most reliable,
and (no comparison) the most effective comforter.


Giacomo Leopardi, Recanati poet (1798 - 1837)

 

 

Throw away the worries! Scroll wine in a river of foam
in honor of Bacchus, the muses, the beauty.


Pushkin, Russian poet (1799 - 1837)

 

 


Here is the happiness of life,
Love and wine we have equally close.


Pushkin, Russian poet (1799 - 1837)

 


 

Happiness, like a fine wine,
must be savored sip by sip.


Ludwig Feuerbach, German philosopher (1804-1872)

 



Who drinks only water
has a secret to hide.


Charles Baudelaire, French poet (1821 - 1867)

 

 

The wine can play the most sordid hovel
luxury of a miracle
and raises fabulous porches
in the gold of its red steam,
like a sunset in a cloudy sky.


Charles Baudelaire, French poet (1821 - 1867)

 

 


Beauty, your gaze, infernal and divine,
versa, mixing them, benefit and crime:
for this you can be compared to wine.


Charles Baudelaire, French poet (1821 - 1867)

 



The wine and the man make me think of two wrestlers among their friends,
that fight without respite, and constantly refer peace.
The won embraces always the winner.


Charles Baudelaire, French poet (1821 - 1867)

 



Plunged our thirsty souls
in wine restaurateur of the past.


Mark Twain, American writer (1835 - 1910)

 

 


My books are like water, those of the great talents are wine.
All drinking water.


Mark Twain, American writer (1835 - 1910)

 

 

Wine is not only drunk, smelled, it is observed,
is tasted, sipping ... and talk about it.


Edward VII, the English King (1841 - 1910)

 


 

The teetotaler: a weak that gives in to temptation
to deny a pleasure.


Ambrose Bierce, American author (1842 - 1914)

 

 


The wine has a mellow fullness ch'empie palate and soul flavor.


Fogazzaro, writer from Vicenza (1842 - 1911)

 

 


Tickled by twenty thin as sparkling wines,
my soul sneezes - sneezes and cries herself jubilantly:
Bless You! Thus Spake Zarathustra.


Friedrich Nietzsche, German philosopher (1844 - 1900)

 

 

Voluptuousness: only for the wilted a sweet poison,
but for those who have a great desire leonine corroboration of the heart,
and the wine of wines worthy of reverent respect.


Friedrich Nietzsche, German philosopher (1844 - 1900)

 

 

O my soul, to your clod said to drink all wisdom,
all new wines and also all the strong wines of wisdom,
old immemorial old age.
O my soul, I will innaffiai with every sun and night and silence and longing:
- And so you you grew for me as a vine.
My soul, now you're overflowing with wealth and heavy,
a screw from swollen breasts and dense clusters, brown like gold:
dense and compressed for happiness, waiting for your abundance,
shameful and even your wait.


Friedrich Nietzsche, German philosopher (1844 - 1900)

 


 

Love your spreads its force in my whole being, like a wine.


Paul Verlaine, French poet (1844 - 1896)

 

 


The wine adds a smile to friendship
and a spark of love.

Wine is sometimes a scale of dream.


Antonio Machado, Spanish poet (1875 - 1939)



The wine loves me and seduces me
only up to the point where his and my spirit
entertain in friendly conversation.


Hermann Hesse, German writer (1877 - 1962)

 



The wine shining on the palate lingered swallowed.
Tap into the vat grapes. The heat of the sun, that's what it is.
t 'like a caress secret that I awakens memories.


James Joyce, Irish writer (1882 - 1941)

 



As you remember the taste of the wine when the glass
and its color are now lost.


Kahlil Gibran, Lebanese poet (1883 - 1931)

 


Life is so bitter,
the wine is so sweet;
so why not drink?


Umberto Saba, Trieste poet (1883 - 1957)


 

The water divides men; wine unites them.


Libero Bovio, Neapolitan poet (1883 - 1942)

 



The man is like wine:
Not all wines improve with age;
some sour.


Eugenio Montale, Genoese poet (1896 - 1981)

 



We will not drink from the same glass
water or sweet wine ...


Anna Akhmatova, Russian poet (1889-1966)


 

Always ready with a new idea and an ancient wine.


Bertold Brecht, German dramatist (1898 - 1956)


 

Wine is one of the largest
signs of civilization in the world.


Ernest Hemingway, American writer (1899 - 1961)

 


 
Fill your skull of wine before it fills the earth.


Nazim Hikmet, poet turkish (1902 - 1963)

 


I am the one who keeps on his lips the taste of the berries.
Bunches dented. Morsi vermilion.


Pablo Neruda, Chilean poet (1904 - 1973)



True connoisseurs do not drink wine:
tasted secrets.


Salvador Dali, Spanish painter (1904 - 1989)
 



The wine is for the soul what the water is to the body


Mario Soldati, Turin writer (1906 - 1999)

 


Wine is the poetry of the earth.


Mario Soldati, Turin writer (1906 - 1999)

 


Memories are like wine decanting into the bottle:
remain clear and turbid remains on the bottom.
We must not shake the bottle.


Mario Rigoni Stern, Asiago writer (1921 - 2008)


 

Wearing only panties bath, barefoot,
with disheveled hair, the dark red fire, sipping wine,
spitting, jumping, running ... so you live.


Jack Kerouac, American writer (1922 - 1969)

 


Decomposed sit on a pile of hay.
I write haiku. And I drink wine.


Jack Kerouac, American writer (1922 - 1969)


 

In the country, after a day's work, the men lifted his glass
Wine at the height of the face, watching him, made him take light
before drinking it with caution. The old trees followed their fate
Century after century and a slowness that verged eternity.


Pierre Sansot, French philosopher (1928 - 2005)

 

 

We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.


Eduardo Hughes Galeano, Uruguayan writer (1940-)

 


Sometimes the wine is the manifestation liquid
of silence.


Luis Sepulveda, Chilean writer (1949-)
 



Words are like wine:
need of breath and time
because the velvet voice reveals
their flavor definitive.


Luis Sepulveda, Chilean writer (1949-)

 


And, for those who stubbornly've read this far down the page, let's take a little 'around ...
 
We read something about the hosts of "I Promessi Sposi" (A.Manzoni) :

Hosts, we meet in the novel are represented in their essence: shrewd, practical, always polite, in league with the words make honest men, in fact with the villains; skilled in defending their interests, not almost never collide with customers; both hosts of those cities that country have a life of their particular conception. Great politiconi these hosts profess a curious moral and convenient for them gentlemen are those who drink wine without criticizing it, pay the bill without pulling, and if they have to stab one, waiting for him outside the tavern; expressed himself as the landlord of the village shopkeeper mariolo vulgar and low-ranking. That of the full moon juggles very shrewdly in the most difficult; is smarter than the others, closed in on itself and impassive face, is not compromised. The soliloquy and goes off to the courthouse there makes clear the moral of the hosts, always the same: to save appearances, be realized in each case, and not be caught in the act. In a third tavern happen Renzo fleeing from Milan; serves him an old landlady, who storm of questions, just to give reason to the innkeeper of the country of Renzo: "Even our women are not curious ...". A passage of the Adda, is always host, and those eyes full of curiosity mischievous that attach on Renzo, are so very reassuring after the experience, that they die between teeth the other questions he had prepared; at this point Renzo exclaims to himself: "Damn the hosts! I know more, I find them worse."