Today, I went to the biggest Italian grocery store in Frankfurt. My friend tipped me off to it and I decided it was worth the trek and the visit.

The inside reminded me of Costco with pallets of imported foods from Italy. There were also shelves of Italian wine, olive oil, and pasta.

Yes, that is a whole aisle just of pasta.

They had gnocchi, mascarpone cheese, cans of olives and tomatoes and Italian sausage. Even though signs in German were displayed in front of the Italian-labeled foods, I still felt like I was in Italy for a little while.

I’ve been buying olive oil from another Italian store (yes, when I say I “have been buying”, I do mean that I went through 750ml of olive oil in a month and am well into my 2nd bottle…can that much olive oil be good for you??). And every time I spot a different Italian restaurant, I keep it in my mental rolodex of places to try.

I really can’t get enough of all the different authentic cuisines here. On Thursday night, I have a work dinner at a German restaurant, and then on Friday, I have plans to meet colleagues at a Moroccan restaurant. On a related note, the rest of the weekend I will be exercising. Somehow, I have a feeling an Italian pizza might sneak its way into my weekend too.