vim

there are many things that comprise that which is always the perfect dinner at Taverna di Santi...the varioius bruschetta for example, the insalata caprese, the fazzoleti, the carpaccio, the timbale di riso, the pollo agrodolce, the homemade, daily fresh pastas, their amazing selection of borolo and barbaresco...but it doesn't all really meld into perfection until Franscesca, the pastry chef herself, comes out to serve us dessert...and as she reaches over to place the zuccotto in front of my watering mouth, her sweet breast brushes softly against my shoulder....i swear she does that shit on purpose, and i love her dearly for it.

i'm so mature it should be a crime.