dishes, not words!
La vita dei supereroi è molto impegnata, a volte intricata (?).
Voi immaginate che ogni tanto una domenica scorra tranquilla, quasi inerte… e, mentre state aspettando gli amici che vogliono festeggiare con voi la nuova auto (per la cronaca una Peugeot 306 o 308, boh?) e portarvi a mangiare nel sicuro porto di Pozzuoli, Here comes the call!
"Ciccina?" Screams an unknown.
"Ehh?" Is the beautiful inappropriately in speakerphone.
"Oh, Ciccina I broke a plate!"
And who cares I whisper, the next time you're more careful. Right?
"Oh, Ciccina, I need help!" Demands the mysterious interlocutor "in the service voucher of mothers, the marriage continues !!!!" dessa.
"Mein Gott!" Says the polyglot beautiful while I start popping and you to participate in the drama.
There she lives.
Just a little word, and things change.
least for women (unmarried).
La guardo (Ciccina) e la vedo con gli occhi sbarrati, il labbro imperlato di sudore, i capelli frementi, partecipe e addirittura compartecipe al dramma (matrimoniale).
Solo per una schifosa parolina.
Uno si immaginava di andare a Pozzuoli, una domenica serena, magari una frittura di pesce (perché a mare non c’è ancora tanta munnezza) e invece ìncipe il dramma su di noi, così, come se niente fosse.
Insomma, chiuppiti cchià (che a Napoli significa: per non portarvela a lungo), i genitori della sua amica emigrata salgono ospiti tra qualche giorno e vorranno mangiare nel servizio buono e lei (proprio ieri) ha rotto il piatto tondo di portata.
E chi se ne frega!, bofonchio io uomo vile e already surrendered to fate.
"Flat?"
"Here I am"
"We have to go buy a flat"
(here)
"But it's Sunday !!!!" I try hopefully.
"
Solimene never closes." Replied the commander Carlas.
"But Totti and Titta with the new car?"
"will be with us."
"Where?" (Mo me angry, eh?).
"A Vietri, the sea."
A well, could have been worse.
Sometimes I am disgusting chapter alone as soon as possible.
Thirty minutes, hugs and kisses, oh, what a beautiful new car this new?! and we on the highway to Salerno (A3 for devotees) Direct Vietri sul mare (not believe, no?). And here
Solimene ahead.
The factory is great, a palace of the '60s (I think) covered pot of funds, original and beautiful.
Certainly a bit out of place 'with the environment of the Amalfi Coast but (as they say?) Nothing ventured ...
in the factory are running an episode of a TV serial "Capri" I do not say anything but there are many people excited (the audience).
passed unscathed and we enter.
The shop disorganized I have ever seen!
Right a counter and from all parts of your dishes in piles and piles, is worth the trip!
horse heads, figurines, vases, ceramic short, the incredible!
Ciccina is addressed in the difficult search and enlisted Totti & Titta.
I say difficult? Impossible! Because there is no order in the series!
not to believe.
I was sheltered and do a little 'with the beautiful cascamorto the counters.
"Do dishes for restaurants?"
"Sure" is the beautiful and brings me (by hand) in a room where you keep rocking (and sell for very little money) leftovers (redundancies, errors, change of marks ...) .
I leave my hand there I was shocked and lost.
Noah's Drunkenness (lovely winery in Naples, Luke hello!) Valeggio, Cosenza, Italy restaurants in fact around the world (French, American, Chinese Hong Kong)!
short, a blast!
begin to dream a new set of dishes (without marriage) with each different dish!!
Or, better yet, the legendary restaurant with its own brand of Flat!!
I think the color of the bottom edge, to the logo.
Color changes take me into a vortex, funds clear to see what you eat, and elegant dark borders, logos, small but incisive
... As it was, as it was ... I come to fish up to 13, defeated, to go and eat. Bel
this problem.
We leave empty-handed because of the pot with the brown and green emigrant leaves no trace. For good luck
Totti & Titta recall reported by friends to a restaurant
Pogerola .
Already! Why, I know you do not believe it, but the Amalfi coast is not only Positano, Amalfi, Ravello and so on but there are many villages in the mountains high above the sea that are worth to be seen and tasted ....
At last you came ...
Small square, easy parking, beautiful view of streets and white (No rubbish just to understand).
We sit on the veranda of Trattoria Rispoli and sisters look at the enchanting landscape in front.
The village of Scala (and its scales ...) and Ravello and its ridge to peak, never seen before!
One of the sisters brings us the menu
We focus on the first (Sicilian baked pasta and squid and clams).
that do not correspond to the menu, but who cares because they are very attractive though little photographable. And
close gorged on cakes (delicious with lemon and ricotta cake e pere).
Che invece ci sembrano poco caserecci ma con un ottimo rapporto calorie/prezzo.
Il conto è da trattoria e, in un posto così bello, sembra strano non pagare anche il panorama…
L’estetica dei piatti (e delle sorelle) lascia invece a desiderare ma che vogliamo fare?
Chi siamo noi per opporci al destino?
PS: accettano i cani.