Novelas y relatos de Mattia Polibio Family Restaurant

K just played on him again a like a violin. --- "I have to check out this band tomorrow night, they'll be playing at Castello," Jesse asked K, taking a bite off of his meatball. "I was wondering if you wanna come with." They were sharing a hefty serving of meatball spaghetti at Trapizzino, a cozy Italian restaurant just a few blocks away from Jesse's apartment. It's one of the oldest restaurants in the Lower East Side and one of Jesse's most favorite places to dine. They served authentic Roman street grub with recipes passed on for generations. Their pasta and meatball was so good.

Double pov Demetrio Watching Cellie try her damnedest to pretend she didn’t want the food before her might just be the most entertaining sight. The woman had been sulky from the moment I finally got her to pack and leave that danger zone of her apartment–former apartment–and drove her here at Salato, my family’s Italian restaurant. She had even refused to choose from the menu, putting the poor waiter in a state of distress, and I ended up having to make the order for her.