Today we breakfasted, the lovely Veronica and me, in I Golosi . Sitting beside the polemicist Eric Zemmour accompanied - dixit Veronica - a chick, whom the media cockerel was trying to brag among risotto and tiramisu qualities " The Eternal Husband" by Fyodor Dostoyevsky : it is imperative that you buy it DARK, sussurrait he it's cheap, it in paperback.
was fun. And as ridiculous. So fun.
I already said all the good I thought this table, and I am sorry to admit that this lunch there, despite a divine company did not break three legs to a duck. We found the linguine a bit bland and a little chick Parma. Even Francesco seemed out of sorts. Good.
Not enough to whip a cat, as if pleased to hear that Simone Veil, a feminist of the first hour, which also breakfasted in places, but upstairs. And perhaps that, despite the smile of Veronica did not go well on Tuesday afternoon, at the time of strong coffee. Simple geographical sense. One to sit too close to Eric, and much too far from Simone.
What it takes, joy ...
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