"my son found this hidden gift and took me and his son, my amazing grandson, yesterday 4. this was a good time to go, the brunch was over and we sat in a medieval art of sacredness that we liked and we started to talk about traveling to europa. eating was the purest form of the fine kitchen, and so perfectly proportional to our body sizes it was amazing. my navy enkel had a navy pizzeria that went beyond the experience of its extensive pizza moments. the lasagna court of my sohne let my Sicilian heart shine with remembrance; my roasted beet salad was a creation that gently infused the dressing. I have to talk about the young man who introduced our food and described the preparation. his family gave him her love to weep and he validated my choice of a shiraz and shared that there is another name for the same wein, but I don't remember because I drank all the huge glass. his inestimacy was a great part of our joy. they are approaching eating, as I hope. it is all created by scratches, daily and in fact hourly: the lasagne of my cream was made fresh when it is served. the pizza dough was made by scratches, the ananaspizza with its freshly made sausage is a perfect combination, and never really experienced. fresh and free from everything that could distract. we took a few hours, no room for dessert, as I was driven by greed to order another brot, because it is more crimson and the texture in contrast to others. ciao yayas will see you soon."
