Grosseto lunch time, now my father in law'll be putting the final laps to the risotto with fish and so I hasten along the downtown streets, forcing ultralight Lorenzo, who in the meantime, as always, is in the arms of my wife. Despite the unprovoked
hurry, it's Saturday or Sunday I can not remember, my attention is kidnapped by an improvised September worthy of the best productions: sitting at one of its tables Romulus in blissful solitude faces a juicy dish of sausages and beans armed with bread, fork and a half bottle of Talenti Brunello .
will be the time, it will be hunger, will be the friendly charm of that image, it is the simple but tasty combination, but the bike that takes me is to sit there with him instantly, though we're not friends, and our relationship is limited to that of restaurateur and the customer.
not doing it.
For shame, why should I explain to the rest of the family at home waiting for me and because of the risotto in-law (among other things, the better).
course, the next dinner will be out by Romulus and I will have much more to tell.
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