OK fine, people. Just… just get it off your chest now. Come on, go’on. Just do it. (….. “BALLS BALLS BALLS BALLS BALLS!!!“….) Sigh… Yeah, happy now? That’s real mature, guys… May I get on with business now? Yeah? OK, so I want to talk about something amazing we had in Ro… (“BALLS BALLS BALLS BALLS BAAALLS!!“)…
…… Grow up.
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I opened my eyes and stared into a rustic, antique wooden-ceiling. It's an unusually early hour for me to wake up to but both the street-washing vehicle just outside the window and my jetlag demanded it. This was a morning as routine as any. We woke up, cleaned ourselves and got dressed. But instead of a solitary morning of me courting my coffee machine, we walked down one flight of antique stone-steps into another world and strolled to the piazza-next-door for a cup of cappuccino with anticipations of company. People were there as promised, gathering in front of the cafe bar chatting. We funneled through the cappuccino crowd as you would in a big family getting through the morning in an orderly chaos. Two cappuccinos, one cornetto. As usual.
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So, here it goes.
I’m going to start this story by making a confession. I have…never been to Rome.
I forged this recipe after the Rome episode from my favorite travel channel host, Anthony Bourdain’s show, “The Layover“. His show is one of the humble luxury I have being here, that I get to pay $20 on iTune which would otherwise be free in the US. No no no, Slingbox doesn’t work here. If the internet in China is personified it would be a 800 year-old granny with walking stick that is broken.
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