After our show Saturday night, which found us drinking enormous beers and less-so glasses of grappa in the not-so-cool TV room of our hotel while a terrrrrrible-looking Samuel L. Jackson movie (dubbed into Italian of course) played nearly silently in front of us, we decided that we'd meet for lunch on Sunday in the heart of Milan. Since HBF had a master class to teach at 10:30am (snicker snicker), the deal was that Floriaan and I would research a good vegetarian-friendly place that was open on Sunday and she'd meet us there after her class.
Frankly, Floriaan and I ended up delivering a master class of our own, a master class in how not to research your lunch destination. We showed up with a couple of addresses and hoped they'd be open. They were not open, in fact every street that didn't lead directly to the Duomo looked like this:
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2 comments:
Yummie!
It was, it was.
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