It's in the mid-70's (23 for you Celsius folks) and it's a nice day to just put on the shorts and read a book. I mean it is almost November.
Suppose I should be sociable and invite the local billionaires up for a drink
We did get up enough energy to go into town for lunch.
Thank goodness I made a reservation for this pasta specialty restaurant the guy renting us our house told us about.
I have become a real fan of the salads we've been getting in Italy. They always have lots of stuff and good quality too. This one had lettuce, tomatoes, corn, tuna and a hard boiled egg. Simply dressed with good olive oil and some vinegar, salt and pepper
I have waxed rhapsodic about the joys of good Italian Pasta in past years.
How do they do it?
I don't know.
It is magic.
Somehow you take a first bite and you say, "Hm okay, nothing great."
Then you take a second and third bite and say, "Hm sort of growing on me."
By the 10th bite and beyond you're saying, "How can the flavor just be getting better and better? This is crazy."
All this restaurant does is salads and pasta. They have a number of pastas and a number of sauces and you pick and chose.
I went for a tagliatelle with mushrooms and foie gras.
Wife went for the Lobster Pasta with Taglialini
Unlike many places where we've had the lobster pasta, they took the meat out of the shell for you.
They gave us a glass of house made limoncello on the house.