“Take a bite of my cucumber sorbet, while you’re waiting for your pizza to arrive,” I told Iggy.

He scooped a generous portion into his spoon, dropped it in his mouth, then made a face as he spit it out.

What I’d thought was the cucumber sorbet that accompanied my Kumamoto oysters, was actually a bed of salt. Poor Iggy.

Kumamoto oysters

Apparently the green tinge to the oyster liquor came from melted cucumber sorbet, rather than simply the delicate radish sprouts that decorated the oysters.

Luckily, his pizza with spice-infused oil arrived soon, though probably not soon enough for Iggy’s mouth. The very thin crusted, wood-fired pizza was divine.

I enjoyed the dense, crusty bread almost as much as the pizza, now that I’m on an ostensibly gluten-free diet. The olive oil permeating each slice tasted like nectar to me.

My wood-grilled beef was good. But it wasn’t as distinctive as the rich, hand-cranked coconut ice cream accompanied by a delightfully gooey cookie.

After dinner, we walked until it was time to see Water Fire. Iggy caught a red carnation for his mom from the gentleman in the photo below.

Here’s a photo following the lighting of the pyres. Can you make out the gondola in the background?