What a last supper. Still too stuffed to jump, we managed to get our bloated bodies down to the first restaurant we could find.
Some times you should walk on.
Anne's mussels were to die for (but fortunately, so far she's surviving). Eva's minestrone soup; a thick, flavoursome, melange of vegetables. Well, you could see the vegetables floating in the water. One out of three ain't bad.
My ravioli in a walnut cheese sauce would have been lovely if it had have been hot. Tony had a lovely pizza. It had to be induced and arrived after we had finished our meals. Spinach on a pizza must be a new taste sensation. If you've run out of every other possible ingredient that most people would enjoy to eat on a pizza, spinach might be the go.
And so we pay the bill and walk back along the road that is a sometime race track.
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