How disappointing when I discovered that the restaurant I'd settled on was closed weekends. What food biz closes weekends? So in lieu of haute cuisine, I began paying attention to the buzz about a big Milan-Genoa game this evening. I'd already overheard a few Florentines talk about it so had someone point me in the direction of a "futbol tavern" and settled in.
Not even 6.30 and the place was full...of men and me, the token woman. They didn't give me too much attitude, they were too caught up in the game. Whoa, soccer is some kinda religion for Italians. It was pizza or bust in that joint and even that was a lucky gambit. Well, the atmosphere and Moretti beer made the experience worthwhile.
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