I’m third-generation Italian on both sides.
I grew up in a mostly-Italian neighbourhood. I have a nonna who makes me pasta and espresso. I can tan without getting a sunburn.
Alright, you get the gist.
As a teenager, I finally made my first trip over the old country. And while I was there, exploring museums and stuffing my face with gelato, I couldn’t help but note the many differences between the people I was encountering and the Italian folks back home.
One of the biggest ones came at the dinner table. Turns out a lot of the “Italian” dishes North Americans grew up eating are very different from their Italian counterparts. And some of them aren’t even close.
So, in the name of setting the record straight (and possibly upsetting a few people from New Jersey), here are some “Italian” dishes that Italy wants nothing to do with.
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