by Steven Doyle
Lunch is a precarious thing. A truly wonderful luncheon can be a harried distraction and certainly something that needs to be mapped out with great precision. The mid-day meal takes you away from your work and often can leave you drained if done properly, so something more than a small plate of pasta or a burger might be all you care to invest in this endeavor. But then there is that moment, that splendid day when the calendar is free from witches and warlocks that allows you the freedom to choose; and the freedom to enjoy a few glasses of Prosseco with your meal. That is when you make reservations to Nonna. Continue reading
