This is the godfather of all bars in Venice, harking way back to 1720, Casanova (yeah, that one), Goethe, Lord Byron and Goldoni got crunk here so you should too.
Brush past the tables in St. Mark’s square, ignore the band playing Arrivederci Roma and head for the tiny bar inside. If Maurizio Fabbio is there, you are about to have a drink from one of the best in the biz. This bar is for cocktail lovers, hot babes and vintage-hat-wearing bad-asses.
Sit at the bar and order a Martini Florian (Bombay Sapphire, Rosso Florian and a red bitter orange slice) tuck into bar snacks and get people watching, this place is a real trip. You won’t pass out when the bill comes either, result.