In Italy, I wanted to try real pizza in a small local cafe. I ordered a pizza with the “most exquisite” description on the menu, but when it arrived, I found out that it had anchovies, which I hate. Of course, I was ashamed to say so. As a result, I ate the pizza, trying to pretend that I liked it, and the waiter kept coming up and asking, Is it good? All I could say was Bellissimo!, although after dinner I would run to the nearest coffee shop for cakes.
Back
Italian dinner
Mar 27, 2024
Other articles
Lost passport
I almost lost my passport in France. I forgot it in a hotel and went to another city. When I r...
Mar 07, 2023
The Wrong Tattoo
I was 22, and my buddy Tom and I decided to get tattoos.
I wanted something simple — my favor...
Jul 26, 2023
My culinary talents.
After my divorce, I realized that I don't know how to cook at all, lol. Since I was always worki...
Sep 15, 2023