Verona's touristization makes Salzburg look downright quaint. They were litterally wall to wall in this place. There wasn't a street untouched by the bus hordes. Tacky Romeo and Juliet tourist trap? Check. Row after row of crappy bistros and restaurants? Check. And the city/street layout are more confusing than anything Venice could provide. Frankly, there wasn't anything we couldn't find better in other, smaller Italian towns. It really was a frustrating waste of time that I don't even feel the need to go overly into.
The two exceptions for the trip: the hotel (Hotel Trieste) was excellent for the price (that should have been a warning) and by far the best pizza in town (just ask the locals) is at Du do Cope (it was excellent, but reminded us a lot of the pizza at Nostrana back home.)
And they are the only place so far we've seen that carries artisianal Italian beers. It was absurdly expensive, but the 14 Euro bottle I had was really good and was a red ale with almost a champagne-like feel to it's fizziness. Odd, but tasty and interesting.
Verona was meant to be a short stop on the way to Milan to pick up our car. And it played its part well. I can put it no more succintly than: Verona sucked. Example: It has the third largest Roman arena in Italy. We planned on seeing it at the end of the day. According to all the official posters and info we had until 5 pm to enter. Up until days before there were music events that cut off entry at 2 pm, but nothing was scheduled any day soon, so no problem, right? Being Italy, though, official rules and plans are apparently only suggestions and general mirages. When we came back to the arena new posters were up signifying that there was a concert THAT night. Posters that weren't up at 1:30 in the afternoon, a half hour before they cut off entrance. Better yet - the official information booth knew nothing about it because those events are run by a third party. So hundreds of visitors showing up to visit the arena - including us - were out of luck. Insert Italian Shrug (TM) here.