Last week, Guido remarked at dinner that I had enjoyed all this high-quality Provencal food, but I hadn't really enjoyed truly high-quality Italian food. He decided I must have some in order to make a comparison of the two cultures, and made a reservation for this week immediately.
My first thought: sweet!
My second thought: wait, so I haven't been eating good food for the past 7 weeks? How is that possible...
So tonight, Guido and Alessandra and I are dining at Il Marchesino, the restaurant under La Scala Opera House. Apparently it's very famous. (I'm an American gastronomic imbecile, though, so I've never heard of it.) They've arranged for a babysitter and everything!
I've been told the menu is on an iPad. Now that is the harbinger of a fine dining experience. Right?
At first I thought it was just going to be the Dad and you having dinner. That would have been almost as strange as sharing a bathroom with him.
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