I ate a particularly memorable lunch in the sun outside Scuba, a harbour-side restaurant: local asparagus risotto followed by creamy, rich truffle tagliatelle (the truffle "scene" has been around since the 1940s yet somehow overlooked), with cats stalking around under the table for scraps (there weren't many). Also memorable, but in a different way, was the paint-stripper strength local grappa "on the house", offered here and in every restaurant in town. After lunch, I climbed up the steep hill to admire the view of the forest-strewn surrounding islands and visit the Church of Santa Euphemia with its richly ornate interior shining with gold and silver and, more importantly, the sarcophagus of the town's patron saint.