A few years back while on a motorcycle tour of Northern Italy, I stopped on afternoon at a sidewalk cafe in a small village for lunch. I had no idea what I ordered, but when it arrived it looked like a bowl of plain spaghetti …
Read MoreA few years back while on a motorcycle tour of Northern Italy, I stopped on afternoon at a sidewalk cafe in a small village for lunch. I had no idea what I ordered, but when it arrived it looked like a bowl of plain spaghetti …
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