Romans & histoires Mattia Polibio Family Restaurant

We stopped at the restaurant called Saucy's Mama Pizzeria. It's been a long time since the family went here for lunch or dinner. Once we stepped foot inside the owner, Pamela recognized my Dad as they reminisced about the time we came by every family trip, and the first thing we went to was Saucy's Mama Pizzeria.

Hence, it was a rare sight for her to see him like this. "It can’t be otherwise. Do you know who is the boss of this place?" "I have no idea! Who?" "A son of the famous celebrity chef Jean-Pierre Vigato." "That explains it all. Thank you for bringing me here today." He was truly grateful. Although it wasn’t a very exclusive restaurant but more like a dining place for people working here and tourists, the food was undoubtedly impressive. "I knew that you will like it." "Let's have dessert and go to the roof platform. I’m sure you would like to take more photos." Matthew said when the waiter came with a cheese cake and coffee.

"Ha!ha!ha! Billy, mom comes first, then dad, then my grandpa Armando and then you!" "Okay! I will wait for my turn, then, ha!ha!ha!" Both kids were laughing hard as they wait for the attorney to come and for the food that they ordered. Spaghetti and pasta with seafood are the main courses that were delivered by the waitress at their table. Lots of customers have flocked to the restaurant which was famous for its great-tasting pasta and its steak, they even served pizza and chicken dishes with rice and bread.

I feel quite confident, funny. Matteo arrived with his family at my house and the maid led them in to the dining room. They had their seats and my dad went down to meet them. Yup, my dad the boss of all bosses, everyone is scared of him. My dad walked into the dining room and the chattering stopped. Matteo became nervous the moment he made an eye contact with my dad. My dad had his seat and ordered a maid to go get Theresa and I. Theresa and I left with the maid to the dining room. Theresa said our greetings and had our seats. Theresa looked at Matteo in a weird way.

“But nothing fancy. And I’m not staying out late.” “Yes, ma’am,” he said with a mock salute. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at my lips. The restaurant Matteo chose was a small Italian bistro a few blocks from the hotel. It was warm and inviting, with dim lighting, red-checkered tablecloths, and the smell of garlic and fresh bread wafting through the air. It wasn’t what I would have picked, but I had to admit it was charming. “This place is a family favorite,” Matteo said as we slid into a booth near the back. “Emilia and I used to come here all the time when we were kids. We lived here in Cleveland for two years.”

Mattia was amused as he watched me try to choose something from the menu based solely on the pictures, having no idea what most items were. "Are you sure you want this one? It's lamb," he asked. "Yes, it looks tasty, and I'm hungry," I said, pointing out my order to the waiter. From the look on the waiter's face, I could tell he was a bit incredulous about my choice. "Honey, that dish is spicy, I think you might not like it so much," Mattia said, but I just rolled my eyes at him. He just smiled, and we started a relaxed conversation about how he managed to set up a room in the apartment he bought in the same building as Giulia. I had seen some things, but nothing as detailed as what he was s

he indicates. "Thank you, can you recommend anything from here?" I ask the guy. "I would recommend the spinach and ricotta ravioli," he replies. "It's one of the customers' favorite dishes." "I'd also recommend it to you," Matt interjects. "I'll order it." "Fine, then the ravioli it is," I say, handing him back the menu. "Perfect. Any drinks?" "Bring us a bottle of white wine," Matt instructs him, and my face shows a hint of astonishment at his request.

When I arrived at the main square after walking for several hours, the afternoon was about to fall, I did not even realize how time passed so fast, I looked at the restaurant in front of the square, where my parents used to take me when I was a child. "La bella Italia", it was owned by the Razzo Family, the Don was an old friend of my father's, therefore, I think there would be no problem, if I stopped to eat in this place. At the entrance of the restaurant was a red-haired, rather pretty woman looking at me with a raised eyebrow, apparently she was not liking me very much, "Buon pomeriggio, benvenuto a Bella Italia, lei ha una riservazione" ("Good afternoon, welcome to Bella Italia, you hav

he said. "Besides, we don't know the gender yet but I want it to be a boy," I said to him. "Oh, I want a girl," he said. "Why? most men like to have a baby boy," I said. "I just like it," he said and put his shoulders to mine. We took our dinner to a very nice restaurant in Verona. It's called Dari Ristorante and Enoteca. They serve their main dishes to us. The place is superb, very romantic and cozy.

I asked, placing a hand on her lower back. “Absolutely.” Even with the New York traffic, we got to the restaurant in now time. Tonight’s restaurant was one of my favorite’s along with one of the legal businesses I owned. Indulgere, ‘indulge’, menu was a collection of my favorite family recipes. Gepetto, my chef, was like family and his creations mentally transported his customers to Italy by his cuisine. The host brought us over to my reserved table in the back of the restaurant and handed us our menus.