Ruspantini The restaurant confirms slow food.
Saturday evening. Rain and wind. There is not much to do or to get around. We need to find a place in the warmth to spend 3 or 4 hours that separate us from the good night. We go to
-Ruspantini?
-Are you crazy?
-Come on.
-Ok.
Ruspantini decide to give yet another chance to disprove his reputation as a slow restaurant longer of central Italy. Instead
:
arrive at the restaurant at 22.10
The waiter / owner / cook / dishwasher comes to take your order at 22.35 (25 min of arrival)
The funny one-man-door restaurant the first bottle of water at 23.00 (50 min of arrival) at 23.10
Appetizer (1 hour of arrival)
The second coming fast (maybe recovers, we say)
Instead:
we get lost in oblivion of sweet coffee and go out and I almost dawn.
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